After the long and heated sex in his quarters, Nathan finally eased Fulvia down onto the soft sheets of his bed. Her body, exhausted and trembling from the intensity of his relentless thrusts, gave in completely the moment she touched the mattress. She was sprawled across the linen with her hair in disarray, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. A faint flush still colored her cheeks, and though her eyes fluttered half-open, she mumbled incoherently, trapped between consciousness and the haze of pleasure.
Nathan stood over her for a moment, watching her with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew he had pushed her far—perhaps too far—burying himself deep inside her until she had finally fainted in ecstasy. Yet there was a strange satisfaction in the sight: Fulvia, strong-willed and fierce in her own way, reduced to such a state beneath him.
