“Everything you asked, and then some.” Catalina scowled. “You know what I mean.” He did know. He knew, because he felt the same disorientation she felt—he’d never had sex like that with a human, and never left a human in a state other than sleeping peacefully, temporarily drained of energy. Not only was she awake and alert, but she’d also been sweetly ravaged and sated, smelling like him, warm with continued longing. Leaving Catalina in that room had been nearly impossible.
