Inolda lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her pink curls a tangled mess against the pillow, her vibrant tunic splayed open, exposing her sweat-slicked skin that glistened under the silvery glow of the ceiling's crystal orb.
Her bold eyes were heavy, glazed with a mix of exhaustion and lingering arousal, her bare breasts heaving with each shallow breath, her thighs parted from the intensity of their earlier rounds.
Alex hovered above her, his hazel eyes burning with a predatory intensity, his body radiating heat as he positioned himself between her legs, his rod hard and throbbing, pressing against the slick entrance of her cave.
The contact sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him, a tight, burning need that pulsed in his veins, his pulse hammering as he savored the moment, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and her sharp floral perfume.