The sound of three weary bodies breathing raggedly filled the cave, and the air was heavy with the smell of submission and sex.
Helen had had her strongest spurt ever, a thick, pulsing gush that had soaked us all before she passed out, her chest heaving as her body finally gave in to exhaustion.
Honestly, under Ravina, her skin had cooled way down—no more blazing heat, just that damp aftermath clinging to her, proof of what we'd done. Kinda wild how fast things switch like that.
Right there, Ravina was straddling Helen's stomach, her chest rising and falling, sweaty skin catching every stray light like she'd been running a marathon—well, a very specific kind of marathon. Her legs squeezed tight like she was holding in more than just pain, hands all jumpy at her sides, not sure what to do with themselves now that the storm's passed.
And she kept licking her lips, eyes locked on—yep. That look? Made my heart pound faster, if that was even possible.
