Right now, Astrid was lying weakly on the sofa, her half-naked body trembling as she struggled to catch her breath.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, her eyes glazed over with a blissed-out, utterly satisfied expression.
She was using Mika's lap as a pillow, completely limp, while his hands were still on her—one gently playing with her soft breast, kneading the plush flesh, while the other lightly caressed her nipple, sending small shivers through her exhausted frame.
Right now, she was utterly spent.
This was because when Mika had decided to focus on her breasts, he had been a man on a mission.
He hadn't held back at all. He had sucked them, bitten them, licked her areolas with specific, targeted attention that sent electrifying sensations throughout her entire body.
He had left love marks everywhere—so many that her chest, rising and falling with each heavy breath, was now covered in blue and purple bite marks.
She looked like a victim of abuse.
