Elle POV
His weight was a delicious, grounding pressure, a solid truth in the swirling aftermath of sensation. I could feel the frantic, slowing beat of his heart against my chest, a wild rhythm syncing with my own. The fever was gone, burned away in the crucible of our joining, leaving behind a profound, liquid warmth that seeped into my very marrow.
His lips moved against the damp skin of my neck, a slow, lazy caress that sent a fresh, delicate shiver through my spent body. “What have we done?” he had whispered, and the wonder in his voice echoed my own stunned silence.
But the wonder was quickly chased by a new, rising hunger.
The emptiness where he had been inside me was an ache, a hollow craving. My body, still humming with the echoes of climax, was already craving more. More of h
