El-kharis pov.
Her body tasted like heaven on earth. Every thrust made me want to devour her whole. We had just consummated our mating bond, and the sexual tension had been too much for either of us to bear. She lay on my chest now, her breath steady, her skin slick with sweat. She'd had a rough day, and I...I couldn't wait for her to fully regain her energy before I pounced. At least she'd eaten.
We lay there, our bodies tangled, our slow heartbeats in sync. God, she tasted good. The intense pleasure lingered in my mind, and I felt myself harden again. Her hand rested on my cock, soft and smooth, but she didn't move. Not stroking, not rubbing. Just resting there. I cursed inwardly. Normally, I'd have grabbed her and forced her to continue, but I had to be gentle. I didn't want her thinking I mated her just for sex—even though that was the main reason.
