Liam carried her out of the bathroom and set her down onto the plush white comforter of the king-sized bed.
The dim ambient lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a soft, silvery glow across the expansive penthouse, reflecting off the damp sheen of their skin.
Elena let out a quiet, relaxed sigh as her head hit the high-thread-count pillows.
She sprawled out completely bare, her dark hair spread across the white sheets like a fan, her flushed chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Liam stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, looking down at her.
His lower abdomen was still slick from the bathwater, and his dick—though spent from the counter—was already beginning to stir again, heavy and thick against his thigh.
'She really thinks we're finished,' Liam thought, a faint, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
