When they were done, they looked at one another and Talemir shook his head. Drue’s hair was mussed, her outfit in disarray, her expression sheepish, and from the way she moved, he could tell that her skin was still sticky with him. ‘How do I look?’ she asked, eyebrows raised. Talemir bit back a laugh. ‘Beautiful, as always.’ Drue folded her arms over her chest. ‘But?’ A chuckle tumbled from him. ‘But you also look like you’ve been fucked sideways.’ Drue burst out laughing. ‘Great.’ She dragged her fingers through her hair. ‘I’ll never hear the end of this.’
