The soft touch of her skin felt like smooth jade as his fingers stroked her buttocks with a gentle pattern. "Leona?" He called her name and squeezed gently. A lewd pop echoed through the room as he lifted her off him, letting his member slip free from inside her.
"Nn."
She made a lovely groan while leaning against him, without power and completely unconscious.
'I guess three times was a little rough. She was rather busy today.'
Nikolai lifted her in a bridal carry, one hand under her armpit, the other holding her hips, using his fingers to cover her slit. To stop it from leaking on the floor. "Before I gained these muscles I could only dream of carrying a girl so easily."
In the past, he tried to carry Nikita like the heroes do in novels and movies.
But failed in a few steps.
As if subconsciously, the werewolf wrapped her arms around his neck, and continued her slow, deep breaths. He glanced at her soft expression, half-entranced by her bushy eyebrows and long lashes.
