Nakos had either died or he'd been shot with an elephant tranquilizer. Hihcebe, she'd slayed him. Without mercy. Helluva way to go, though.
Face buried in Amy's strands, breaths soughing, he held the side of her face. A part of him was worried she'd evaporate. Sex had never been like that for him. Ever. The connection? The link? The unprecedented amount of pleasure? Nothing like it.
He was probably crushing her, but he couldn't move. Sheer annihilation. Mind and body. Spirit, too. And he wanted to do it again. As soon as he recovered. Which would most likely be a decade from now.
Her light perfume infused his nose, latched onto his skin, and invaded his lungs. The thump, thump of her heartbeat synced with his until he couldn't differentiate one from the other. Their warmth mingled, and she seemed to absorb his as much as he did hers. It was as if his every inhalation came from her, each tremble and moan out of her a direct current through his system.