Aziz was still standing before her, his entire body bathed in the lingering warmth of climax, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasurable exhaustion. His right hand still gently squeezed Isis's nipple with possessive delicacy, though now the gesture was less provocative and more affectionate. His other hand, which had been tangled in the vampire's black hair, now rested on her head, fingers gliding through her strands like one caressing a treasured relic.
"Huff... haaah..." he panted, letting out a long sigh, as if finally releasing the weight of all the desire he'd held back.
His chest rose and fell slowly, the last echoes of ecstasy dissipating. For a moment, everything fell silent, save for the heavy, synchronized breathing of the two. Then, gently, he released her breast and removed his other hand from her head—a silent gesture that gave her permission to withdraw, marking the end of that intimate moment.
