The neighbouring room heard everything.
Aiden woke first. Residual heat still moved under his skin, the last traces of the incubus blood refusing to settle completely. Ressa was already awake beside him.
Her hood lay discarded on the floor. Green eyes fixed on his face in the gray pre-dawn light. She said nothing. She only shifted closer on the narrow bed, one hand sliding down the front of his trousers and closing around him with deliberate pressure.
He could have stopped her. The calculation was the same as every other time. Risk versus need. Noise versus control. He did not.
Clothes came off without ceremony. He pushed her onto her back, spread her thighs, and entered her in one long thrust.
She was already wet. The sound of it carried through the thin wall. He set a hard, steady rhythm, hips cracking against her ass with every stroke. The bedframe knocked the wall in time with the wet slap of skin.
