The heat between them had not cooled; instead, it had smoldered deeper. Her body was still warm from the high of their first release, and her heart was still racing.
The way Sasha held her arms, protective but trembling with restraint, she knew he was not finished. He was controlling himself for her, making sure that she was alright and he didn't force her limits, but Aylin wanted more too.
Her lips found the side of his neck, placing a kiss just below his jaw, and felt the sharp inhale he drew through clenched teeth. That small reaction gave her courage. She kissed him again, slower this time, letting her tongue tease the sensitive skin there. His taste lingered on her lips and tongue.
Sasha slid his hands down her back, gripping the curve of her hips as if to ground himself.
"You're not tired?" he asked, his voice rasping, husky with disbelief.
Aylin met his gaze, the amber in her eyes molten now. "You said next time. I'm holding you to it."
