On my knees on the bed, I stayed there for a moment, chest heaving, my lungs pulling in great, ragged gulps of air like a bellows. My heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs, thump-thump-thump, echoing in my ears. I wasn't easily exhausted, not usually, but between the lingering aches from my fight with Gaspar and the sheer, mind-melting intensity of what we'd just done, my stamina was flagging. Sex, I was learning, was a different kind of warfare. It depleted you in ways combat didn't, draining not just muscle but mind, leaving you liquefied and trembling.
But god, the trade-off was worth it. Every ounce of spent energy was paid back tenfold in pleasure.
I dragged the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away the sweat, and looked down at the two women splayed beside each other on the ruined sheets.
Sydney was a wreck. She lay on her back, one arm thrown over her eyes, her legs slightly parted, and between her thighs…
