62: Sleep Again.

The lash on their buttocks, for both of them, was the missing drop to reach ecstasy.

The final shared moan and the final growl as well.

Their accelerated breaths filled the room, now aware and keeper of every exhilarating sound produced by two souls given to the pleasure, the pleasure of love.

He collapsed onto the panting pelinieve's body, feeling tired. The crimson-colored carpet served as a bed for each swift change amidst so much lack of control. His breath collided with the hollow of the pelinieve's neck while, for no reason at all, they both laughed.

They laughed as if they had heard the best joke of their life or for having done something that others might consider an act of hell.

Perhaps it was the latter.

Melia looked up and gazed into Elijah's eyes; his white hair was disheveled, his breathing rapid, his mouth slightly open, and his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. She kissed him before resting her head on his chest.

"I'll make you angry more often," Elijah said, b