Coco's mind was blank— no coherent memories of the moments after she entered the house, all because of the feverish heat in her body that had overwhelmed everything else.
All she remembered was seeing Quizen and Heiren, then launching herself at them like a woman possessed. After that? Just white, hard pleasure, a haze of sensation with no clear timeline.
She hasn't thought, hasn't spoken, and just felt. And right now? She still wasn't fully back to reality.
Coco whimpered softly, her vision swimming in a haze of pleasure, as the sudden, delicious stretch from her lower half erupted through her fogged mind.
Heiren sheathed himself fully inside her, sending sparks through every nerve.
It was overwhelming. The heat, the fullness, the groan that escaped his lips, the way his body pressed down on hers after Quizen had just worked her over.
She didn't have time to adjust and she didn't want to.
