The fire elemental crystal continuously emitted warmth, filling the cozy bedroom with a refreshing, soothing fragrance. Lyra closed her eyes, one snow-white arm shyly covering her moist gaze, while the other lay limply beneath her near her thigh, delicate smooth fingers resting against the bedsheets.
Overwhelmed with shyness, Lyra dared not open her eyes to look at Astrid. Even after the tide of sensation had receded, her soft, tender body remained in its previous position, lifted by a pair of long, perfectly shaped silk-clad legs, the tips of her feet lightly touching the blanket. The undulating folds in the fabric hinted unmistakably at what had just occurred.
Just having fallen from the peak, her racing heart still hammered against her chest. Lyra breathed softly, her cheeks thoroughly flushed crimson.
Perhaps it was psychological, or perhaps she truly had embarrassed herself beyond measure.
After everything settled into silence, even the air inches away seemed to grow damp.
