He collapses on top of me, his body a heavy, suffocating weight. I'm pinned, trapped, completely and utterly possessed.
We lie there for a long moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged and uneven. The room is silent except for the frantic beat of our hearts slowly returning to normal.
I can feel the evidence of our sex, a hot, sticky mess dripping between my thighs.
He pushes himself up, and I feel the loss of him, a sudden, hollow emptiness. I flop onto my stomach, my limbs heavy, my body aching with a sweet, sated soreness.
I can't move. I don't want to move. Ever again.
Chapter Ten
Nico
I watch her as she lies there, sprawled on her stomach, a beautiful, debauched mess. Her ass is pink from my hand, a perfect, rosy flush that makes my cock twitch with a fresh wave of arousal. Her hair is a tangled halo around her head, her face buried in the pillow.
She's going to be more sore than ever after that second, unintended, round, and I know I need to head it off before it starts getting too bad for her.
I need to clean her up again. And this time, I need to resist my base urges to take her again.
Something I've never had an issue with before.
I walk to the bathroom without a word, but this time, I head for the soaker tub along the side. I turn the water on and test the temperature before plugging the drain. There's a set of bath stuff provided in case any "clients" want to take their activities in there. I dig through and find a ball of some sort. It's chalky and smells of coconut. Good enough.
I drop it in the water and watch it fizz for a moment as it slowly turns the water a deep, ocean blue.
When I return to the bed, she hasn't moved. She's exactly as I left her, leaving me with a jolt of satisfaction that she didn't attempt to hide herself from me this time. I can see the faint tremors that still run through her, the aftermath of a truly intense release.
"Erica," I say, my voice a low murmur.
She doesn't move.
"Come on," I say, gently patting her hip. "Let's get you cleaned up."
She lets out a soft, whimpering sound, a protest against the idea of moving.
I chuckle, a low, amused sound. "Come on. You'll feel better in a hot bath."
I wait for her to move, to sit up, but she just lies there, a limp, unresponsive weight.
"Erica," I say again, inserting a firm warning in my tone.
That gets her attention. A shudder runs through her body, and she slowly, reluctantly, pushes herself up. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, her movements slow, stiff.
She doesn't look at me. She keeps her gaze fixed on the floor, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. She's shy, embarrassed. And maybe a little scared of what comes next.
I hold out my hand. She hesitates for a beat, then places her hand in mine. Her fingers are cold, her grip weak.
I pull her to her feet, and she sways, her legs unsteady. I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her against me, supporting her weight.
"Easy," I say, my lips brushing against her hair. "I've got you."
She doesn't object when I swing her into my arms, just leans against me, her body warm and pliant.
The bathroom is steamy, the scent of coconut filling the air. The tub is almost full, the water a deep, inviting blue. I gently lower her into the water, her body sinking into the heat with a soft sigh.
She leans her head back against the rim of the tub, her eyes closed as her body relaxes.
I step back into the room and pick up the phone. Quickly, I order food to be brought up and place another order for the morning.
