Zarius didn't pull back. He stayed buried fully inside, his heavy chest rising and falling against Cherion's wet skin with every rough, dragged-out breath. His hands stayed locked around Cherion's hips, pulling him so flush against his body that not even air could slip between them. Down below, where they remained joined, the thick heat of his release sat trapped, held in place by the sheer weight of his body pinning Cherion to the mattress.
Cherion's left leg, finally freed from where Zarius had held it pinned over his shoulder, dropped weakly onto the bed. His thigh muscles twitched, completely spent, raw from the tension and the relentless pace Zarius had forced on him. Pinned flat against Zarius's stomach, he was slick and throbbing, a dull, feverish heat burning where their bodies ground together.
He was exhausted. His body felt broken open, filled to capacity, but as he lay there beneath the Alpha's crushing weight, a strange, fierce heat flared up through the exhaustion.
