The evening sunlight cast a soft, silvery glow through the window of the weapon room, illuminating Oliver and Gwendolyn as they lay side by side on the floor, their bodies exhausted from the intense sex they had.
Oliver turned his head toward Gwendolyn, concern etched on his face. "Lady Gwendolyn," he whispered softly, "are you okay? That was... intense."
He wanted to know whether she is pissed off to get dominated by a man.
Gwendolyn, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, turned her head to meet his gaze. She was still catching her breath, and her voice trembled in shame as she responded, "Oliver, I... I don't know what happened. It's never been like this before. I think the stress of this battle got onto me."
