His hips were still pressed firmly against mine, holding me in place, holding himself deep inside me. The heavy, delicious weight of him was a physical anchoring, a promise in the silence.
My legs were still wrapped around his waist, loosely now, content. My body felt both buzzing and heavy, completely sated, yet still tingling with the echo of his climax inside me.
Slowly, his breathing evened out, though it was still deeper than normal. He shifted a little, just enough to rub his cheek against mine, a soft, tender gesture that felt impossibly fragile after the raw power of the last few minutes.
"Adrien…" I whispered, the sound rough and soft at the same time.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a second, pressing his forehead harder against mine. He didn't speak, but I felt the subtle flex of his jaw muscles. It was like my single word had chipped away at the fragile peace, reminding us of the world outside this bubble.
