It's one of the most wonderful sensations that Ercilia has ever felt, and once again, it's Drystan who gets to make it happen.
Her inner walls constricted tightly around him, which is immediately followed by her crying out his name. The tightening shot him violently over the edge with her, and he felt himself spill inside of her while pulsing repeatedly. He bit down savagely on her neck, not really realizing what he was doing.
He cradles her in his arms, whispering her name and kissing the mark he left on her. Once they both got down from their climax, he puts her down on the sheets and rests his head on her chest. He lays there for a moment, still not finished catching his breath.
She toys with his hair and grins to herself all the while, feeling delightfully floppy and tired yet satisfied at the same time. She finds the emotion quite odd, but she's pleased nonetheless.
