Ayla's breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
Ross's arms wrapped around her protectively, holding her close as they both basked in the afterglow of their shared passion.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their labored breaths and the faint creak of the bed.
Ayla's thoughts were a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, her body still tingling from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Ross's deep voice broke the silence.
"You were amazing, Ayla. I own you now."
Ayla could only nod weakly, her cheek pressed against his chest as her eyelids grew heavy. She was too tired to respond, but the contentment in her expression spoke volumes.
For now, all she could do was surrender to the warmth of his embrace and the lingering echoes of pleasure that left her utterly euphoric.
