Beneath him, she remained trembling, her hips still raised slightly, her body fully relaxed yet shivering in the aftershocks. Her teary eyes drifted toward the window, where she noticed the darkness of the night had begun to retreat.
"It's morning already…" she murmured.
Cassian followed her gaze, nodding at the sight of the faint light creeping in. But as his eyes returned to her bare form, he couldn't help but admire her all over again—just as he had done all night.
Her tall, curvy figure was nothing short of perfection, her round, shapely butt still raised in the air. Unable to resist, he reached out and squeezed it, spreading one cheek apart. The sight that greeted him made his breath hitch—her wet, glistening folds still leaked with his essence, and her other entrance remained slightly gaped from the constant teasing of his fingers throughout the night.