Seraphina's fair shoulders rose and fell roughly, her breathing still uneven from their passionate encounter.
Raven's member remained stiff, his unfulfilled desire evident, but he withdrew carefully, mindful of her comfort.
A trickle of his release followed, and Seraphina whimpered softly, her sensitive body reacting to even the slightest touch.
"Are you all right?" Raven asked, his voice gentle.
"I think so," she murmured, her eyes meeting his. Her words, though soft, carried a seductive weight. He brushed her hair away from her forehead, trying to ignore the renewed heat in his loins.
Seraphina closed her eyes at his tender touch. The pain she feared had been less intense this time, more bearable. Her face flushed as she recalled how she had clung to him, moaning in ecstasy.
Though her lower body felt keenly aware of the recent activity, it wasn't unbearable. Perhaps she wouldn't be bedridden this time, she mused.
