Chapter 217: Afterglow
Kael and Liss lay sprawled on the padded floor of her basement training bunker, their naked bodies warm and tingling, slick with sweat from the raw, electric fuck they’d just shared.
The air hummed with the faint aftershock of Liss’s lightning, ozone mingling with the musky scent of their sex.
Liss nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her full, firm tits pressed to his side, her blonde hair loose and damp, strands clinging to her flushed face.
Her fingers traced lazy circles near his ribs, brushing his damp skin, while Kael stroked her hair, tucking a stray lock behind her ear, his touch gentle, lingering.
She tilted her face up, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, her lips brushing his jaw in a soft, teasing kiss.
"Nothing like a fuck after a good training session," she murmured, her voice husky, her grin wicked. "Muscles loose, blood pumping, endorphins sky-high. You should make this part of your rehab program, Kael."
"Ya I should I guess." He chuckled, his hand sliding down her back, fingers grazing the curve of her toned, perfect ass, still red from their earlier play.
"I’ll jot it down for the manual," he said, his voice low, warm, his cock stirring faintly at her closeness, her pussy warm against his thigh.
They lay in the still heat of their afterglow, the bunker’s hum a soft backdrop, their breaths syncing in the quiet.
"This room’s soundproof, right?" Kael asked, a sudden flush of panic in his eyes, recalling how loud their moans and screams had been.
Liss grinned, her finger dragging down his chest, teasing his nipple, a spark of mischief in her gaze. "Yeah, no one hears shit. Well, except maybe my dad—he’s got access to the camera feed."