Hours later, Noel was pulling on the clothes Selena had been storing inside her storage ring for him, fabric rustling softly in the charged air.
She remained in her naked state, golden eyes drinking in the aftermath of their passionate session — the tangled sheets, the lingering scent of their intimacy, the evidence of their union glistening on her skin.
Selena felt thoroughly satisfied, yet hunger still coiled within her. If circumstances allowed, she would pull him back without hesitation.
Noel recognized that desire burning in her gaze, and though his body could certainly accommodate her needs more, he chose restraint instead.
He could save that fire for when his stamina truly exceeded hers, when his situation stabilized. For now, time remained a luxury he couldn't afford — making love to Selena for weeks on end would have to wait.
