~Annalyn POV~
I lay there in the tangled sheets, my body still humming from the marathon we'd just run, every muscle deliciously sore and my skin sticky with sweat and cum.
Celix's arm was draped over me, heavy and possessive, his breathing slowing into that deep, even rhythm that meant he was on the verge of passing out.
The room reeked of sex... musky and primal, like we'd marked our territory all over these damn pillows. He murmured something soft, his lips brushing my ear. "Rest now, my lady you've worn me out."
Worn him out? Ha.. as if... A wicked spark ignited in my chest, that insatiable hunger bubbling up again he thought we were done? Not a chance because my pussy was still throbbing, slick with his seed and my own juices, and just thinking about him made me clench.
