Faelyn's limbs feel boneless, her body melting as every muscle surrenders to the overwhelming rush. Black dots swarm in her eyes from the final pulse of release, and even drawing a breath seems impossible.
Faelyn craves the darkness; she wishes to pass out; even though her body continues to be in a rut, she physically cannot take it anymore.
"No more. . ." She pants.
Amendiel chuckles, the sound filled with lust and satisfaction and even a twinge of pity, but the sadistic part of him wins. "You are the only one who keeps wanting this." His finger cups her female core, relishing in the whimper that moans from her.
"I haven't even had my full with you, so how can there be no more?"
Faelyn shivers, her body still recovering from the powerful finish, unable to utter a word.
