My breath tore out of my lungs in jagged, rhythmic gasps, the sound harsh and guttural against the heavy, opulent silence of Seraphine's private chamber. I was still twitching, the electric aftershocks of the release coursing through my veins like liquid fire, setting every nerve ending alight.
Seraphine was in my arms, her legs barely clinging to my waist, her face buried deep in the crook of my neck, hiding her face from the world. I could feel her internal muscles spasming wildly against my softening cock, milking the last dregs of my seed from the standing finish with a desperate, involuntary rhythm.
I didn't let her down. Not yet.
I wanted her to feel the strength that held her. It was about marking this moment in her mind forever.
"Leo..." she whimpered, her voice a broken, raspy husk of her usual cold, noble tone, "I can't... feel my legs..."
"I have got you," I grunted, "You took it all, Seraphine. Every single drop."
