Chapter 72 - Liliana [1]

Rumia lay sprawled on the tangled sheets, her thighs still parted wide in the haze of exhaustion, the creamy mess between her folds glistening under the dim light. My seed mingled with the faint smear of her virgin blood, a vulgar claim painted on her innocence. Her breasts rose and fell with shallow breaths, pale skin gleaming with sweat, her nipples still tight and rosy from all the abuse I had given them. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks streaked with dried tears, and the faint marks of my kisses lingered along her neck. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, lashes wet, and she looked so utterly ruined that I couldn't help but smile at the sight.