[Sylas]
I was laying in bed, thinking of the last few hours. The last echoes of our shared climax still hummed in the air, a symphony of pleasure that left us breathless and utterly sated. Vernon, with his usual grace, had pulled himself from Elora’s mouth, murmuring praises that sent a fresh wave of warmth through her, and by extension, through me. He then scooped her up, holding her against his chest as he plunged into her, a sight that still made my heart pound with a fierce, possessive joy. And then, as I found her sensitive spot, and we all spiraled into that final, shattering release, the world simply ceased to exist for a glorious moment.
Afterward, a quiet contentment settled over us. Vernon, ever the thoughtful one, suggested a bath. The idea was met with grateful sighs, particu
