Hazel's strength abandoned her completely, her legs giving out as her body convulsed in one final, earth-shattering peak.
Hazel felt as though her soul was being pulled from her body, her senses completely overwhelmed.
By the time the endless waves of pleasure began to subside, Hazel was a trembling, boneless mess, her body utterly spent.
Her breathing was ragged, her skin flushed, and her mind was a haze of bliss and exhaustion.
Ross held her tightly, his arms steady as she collapsed against him, her body too weak to support itself.
Hazel's thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of fear, exhilaration, and disbelief at what had just happened.
Hazel slumped onto the floor, her body utterly spent, trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
Each exhale came out as a soft, almost sensual pant, her lips parted as her chest heaved.
She barely registered the strong arms that scooped her up and carried her gently.
