The violent shaking in Sophie's thighs gradually slowed to a dull, heavy tremor, her forehead pressing flat against the damp mattress as her chest heaved. The room smelled thick of sex, sweat, and that sweet, electric aura that always followed Noah's draconic heat. He didn't pull out immediately; he simply collapsed over her back, his heartbeat hammering a frantic rhythm against her shoulder blades while the last of his release pulsed inside her tight, twitching walls.
For a long time, neither of them moved. The distant harbor lights outside the hotel window cast a quiet, amber glow across their tangled limbs.
"Noah," Sophie finally breathed, her voice a scratchy, spent whisper against the pillow. "If you don't move your weight, I think I'm going to become a permanent fixture of this mattress."
