Daisy lay nestled in the darkness, her body flush with the lingering tremors of their shared intimacy. Her breath, still somewhat ragged, gradually found its rhythm in harmony with Rhain's slow, steady inhalations. The room was dense with the heady scent of their shared intimacy—a mixture of musk, sweat, and something uniquely them, a scent that was raw, primal, and intoxicating.
Rhain's presence beside her was more tangible, and his warmth more real than it had ever been. His body was flesh and blood next to hers, humming with life and vitality, so human in its needs and responses.
A blanket of satiety began to settle over her, and her eyelids fluttered close, her body succumbing to the exhaustion of their intimacy.
