Thea sat there on the tub's edge, legs still splayed wide apart, her body a quivering mess from the last shattering release.
Her sanctum pulsed with leftover heat, lips swollen and slick, dripping slowly onto the cool porcelain below.
Every breath she took made her inner walls clench faintly, sending tiny aftershocks rippling through her thighs.
Qin Wei stood tall between those open legs, his eyes locked on her like a predator sizing up its prey—dark, fierce, the hunger in them burning hotter than ever.
"Spread your legs." His voice came out low, gravelly, as he could barely hold back.
Thea didn't hesitate. She lowered herself back onto the wide rim, knees bending high, feet bracing against the edge like anchors.
Her thighs parted as far as they could go, exposing everything—her sanctum fully open, flushed a deep crimson, the inner folds glistening with her own arousal, the little bud at the top standing proud and throbbing from all that had come before.
