In a certain house somewhere on the continent were two people.
Sera was completely disheveled at the moment and her breathing was out of control. The fact that she was the queen of the assassins who could fight for days and not even break a sweat seemed irrelevant to her current fatigue.
Her mind was hazy as she continued to bathe in the afterglow of what could perhaps be the most powerful orgasm she probably ever had. And that's just from Alex's hands alone.
As Sera's awareness started to come back to the surface, she slowly realized her state and was embarrassed by it all the more. She looked like a complete and utter harlot; no it was more like an animal in heat, wishing for nothing more than to be bred by her mate.
She wondered what her expression was like at the moment, but she knew for sure that it would only make her more ashamed of herself if she were to try to learn more about it.
