Habits Nitis had carved into Khan's brain took control of his actions, trapping him into a wild, unrestrained chain of desires. He couldn't fix the disgust he felt, but diving into his lust could hide it, especially since Monica was far more than that.
There was no going back. The pain wouldn't disappear, but experiencing it was a choice Khan didn't make. He still felt it, but Monica's presence always distracted him again.
Monica was usually more proactive, but Khan's endless stamina eventually got to her. She couldn't help but fall prey to his every desire, preventing her mind from thinking clearly. Everything became hazy, tiring her beyond her limits and making her fall asleep as soon as Khan stopped.
Deep, exhausted breathing resounded in Khan's ears as he lay on the bed. Monica slept on him, but his eyes wouldn't close. They stared at the wall ahead, occasionally inspecting Monica and the spots on the messy sheets while thoughts afflicted his mind.
