WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
It seemed like forever before they came down from the blissful experience, Azreal still had his head buried in her neck and Elysia holding onto him like she was scared he would disappear if she let go.
Azreal slowly pulled away from her, a smile on his face as he stared into her eyes. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He whispered, voice husky and hoarse.
Nodding her head, Elysia responded, she felt hot and cold at the same time, her skin tingling with the usual burning sensation. "I am alright, are you okay?" she managed to ask him, her fingers brushing strands of his hair away from his face.
"Better than I have been in centuries," his reply made Elysia smile, she could feel her lower part begin to pulsate from having him this close. His beautiful eyes looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.