Aiden stayed buried inside her for long moments, feeling the last weak flutters of her walls around him, the hot mix of their combined release slowly leaking out where they were joined.
Nayla's breathing gradually slowed, her body going limp and heavy against his.
She nuzzled deeper into his chest, one leg still draped over his hip, soft little sighs escaping her lips as exhaustion finally claimed her.
He held her close—strong arms wrapped around her sweat-slick back, one hand cradling the back of her head, fingers gently threading through midnight strands.
He pressed slow, tender kisses to her temple, her forehead, the bridge of her nose—murmuring soft nonsense against her skin until her breathing evened out completely.
Only when her eyelashes stopped fluttering and her body went fully slack in sleep did Aiden carefully begin to move.
He slid out of her with agonizing slowness—biting back a groan at the wet drag of her sensitive walls clinging to him even in slumber.
