She trembled ever so slightly— the unsure feeling of the boundary between pleasure and pain blurred over time. Leaving only confusion in its place.
Her head was faced down, a little too focused on the blood escaping her.
Aegon let go of her thigh and raised your face to meet his gaze— a spur of the moment action, not sure if it was to calm her or to reassure her.
Her chest still rising and falling with uneven gasps, his sweat beading and sliding down between my ribs. Her body was a masterpiece of ruin beneath him— glistening, flushed, trembling faintly with each shaky exhale.
Her arm was thrown across her forehead, eyes half-lidded but glowing, lashes wet from unshed tears, her lips parted and damp. Her thighs were splayed open beneath him.
"Ahh... aahh... nnhhh..."
Her breath caught again and again, like each sound was drawn from the ghost of our climax.
She winced as I slowly, carefully pulled my cock from her. Her thighs giving a slight twitch.
