Elven Class

Inolda's bold eyes rolled with a dramatic sweep, a silent jab at Alex's teasing comment about her attachment, her lips twitching but offering no words.

She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, her pink curls splayed in a chaotic halo across the pillow, her vibrant tunic splayed open, exposing her sweat-slicked skin that shimmered faintly under the silvery glow of the ceiling's crystal orb.

Her bare breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths, her body heavy with exhaustion, the haze of their intense session dulling her usual fiery edge.

Alex's amusement deepened, his red eyes glinting with a playful spark as he propped himself up on one elbow, the pillow soft beneath him, his body relaxed but thrumming with the afterglow of their encounter.