The knot held them locked for several long minutes.
Victor stayed heavy over her, chest pressed to her back, one hand sliding from her shoulder to rest protectively over her nape.
Maya's breathing slowly evened out beneath him, her body soft and thoroughly spent. Every small pulse of the knot still inside her sent a faint aftershock through her oversensitive nerves, but the wild edge had finally drained away, leaving only a deep, bone-heavy exhaustion.
Eventually the swelling began to ease. Victor felt it first—the gradual softening, the slow release of that tight stretch. He waited until the knot had reduced enough, then carefully withdrew.
A thick rush of their combined releases followed, warm and abundant, spilling down her inner thighs and further soaking the sheets. Maya made a soft, almost pained sound at the sudden emptiness, but she didn't try to move.
