Aftercare

_Amelie’s POV_

The room smelled faintly of sweat and skin and a little bit of what we had just done.

We had gone over and over after that, each time ending in my legs shaking as an orgasm tore through me.

My pulse was still unsteady, though the storm of Nico’s roughness had finally stilled. My body throbbed everywhere he had touched me—my breasts sore where he had bitten, my thighs trembling where he had gripped me too tightly, and my skin still tingling from his palm.

I wasn’t asleep. I couldn’t be.

Nico had his arm wrapped around me, holding me naked against his chest like he was afraid I would vanish if he loosened his grip. His breath was warm against the back of my neck, steady but too heavy for sleep. He wasn’t resting either.

For a long while, silence stretched between us, and I paid attention to the broken his thumb stroking slowly across my stomach.

He didn’t speak, but I could feel the tension humming through his body, so different from everything he had poured into me ea