71. Tired

Anastasia...

"Fuck!" we both moaned as we climaxed at the same time for the hundredth time this morning.

We have been at it since earlier. For some reason, I wasn't drained out, nor was he. Well, to be honest, he always had stamina, but it was a different story for me.

He dropped beside me, before dragging me towards him. His hair was all over the place as I looked up at the mirror on the ceiling. My body was covered in hickeys and bruises due to his tight grip and his back was clawed down by my finger nails.

His fingers glided against my spine, causing me to shiver. The balcony doors were still open and I knew very much that we were very loud. Either so, the sun seemingly disappeared behind the thick, grey, cotton clouds. It was going to rain today.

We were both panting. Still trying to catch a break from the countless rounds we had today. I don't know what had gotten into us, but we were practically rabbits for a whole six hours, since it was ten am now.