After their intertwining came to an end, Amelia Cobb lay on the bed, her whole body's bones clamoring and singing loudly.
All of her organs squeezed together to fight for a little bit of fresh air.
Christopher Robinson lay next to her, his arms folded behind his head, his body filled with post-coital satisfaction, a stark contrast to Amelia who felt completely drained.
The man's hand roamed over the small of her back, tracing the curve of her waist all the way to her hips, and then from the other side down to her waistline again, his movements teasing and seductive, occasionally pausing on her round buttocks.
He looked so leisurely, as if he were toying with a rare and precious treasure.
Amelia lay on the bed, allowing him to tease her.
With more air coming in than going out, preserving her life was the most urgent matter at hand.
Christopher's gloom of the last few days disappeared completely, like a vampire who had gone a long time without blood suddenly having a feast.
