They lay tangled together in the massive bed. Sheets pulled haphazardly over their cooling bodies, damp with sweat and the lingering slick of their passion, clinging to marked skin. Patricia's head rested on Eros's chest, her blonde hair spread across his skin like silk, golden strands catching the faint glow of city lights, tangling with the dark curls of his chest hair.
His arms wrapped around her—one hand stroking her back absently, fingers tracing the ridges of her spine, brushing over bruises and bite marks with reverent care, the other holding her close, palm splayed possessively over her hip, thumb grazing a fresh welt.
Both still breathing a little hard, chests rising and falling in a slowing rhythm, hearts thudding in unison, echoes of their frenzy.
Both covered in marks and sweat and completely satisfied, bodies glistening, skin flushed, the air thick with the raw, musky scent of their union.
