"Harder… harder, my king…" Nycta mewled in Killian's arms, as he thrusted her from behind. He groaned and bit her shoulder before their bodies went still and the creaking sound from inside the bedroom stopped.
Nycta fell on her stomach, she was exhausted, she was sore, but satisfied. It felt like a little revenge in her head whenever she thought right now her sister was doing the same thing with her mate.
She winched when Killian pulled away and started to get dress before he left her alone in the bed, sticky, tired and used.
Tears welled up in her eyes when the quietness inside the room pinned her down. Everything was still and she was naked. She stayed like that for a while until the guilty feeling crept in and she cried.
