In the dimly lit chamber, clothes lay scattered on the floor amidst other discarded items. A delicate figure lay limp on the bed, her sweat-slicked back pressed against the man's chest as both panted heavily. His fingers intertwined with hers, and he nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply to savor her scent after hours of exhausting passion.
"Is it satisfying, my love?" he whispered.
"It is…now, no more…" Her hoarse whisper barely reached his ears.
He gently nibbled at her earlobe and murmured, "The night is still young."
"I can't take any more."
Despite her protest, he smirked against her earlobe and teased, "You are my demoness, the only one strong enough to endure me."
"I am tired…I…"
"You'll recover soon and crave more," he assured her.
