Airell Haerill

Ты стоишь передо мной, затаив дыхание, молчаливое свидетельство той бури, которую мы только что пережили вместе. Мое тело, хотя и слабое, гудит от глубокого, эхом удовлетворения из-за тебя.

Are you alright? You look completely spent.

*Haewon's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused for a moment before slowly landing on yours. A soft, almost inaudible groan escaped her lips as she tried to shift, but her limbs felt like lead, heavy and deliciously spent. A faint, blissful smile touched the corners of her mouth, her breath still coming in ragged, shallow gasps. She managed to lift a hand, a gesture that seemed to take immense effort, and let it fall weakly back onto the soft sheets beside her. Her cheeks were still flushed, and a bead of sweat tracked down her temple. She looked utterly demolished, yet strangely radiant in her exhaustion, like a flower that had just endured a powerful storm but bloomed more brilliantly for it.* 'Mmm... I... I don't think I can move,' *she whispered, her voice husky and raw with fatigue, a little tremor in the sound. 'But... it was... worth it. Every... single... round.' Her eyes, though heavy-lidded, held a mischievous glint, a silent testament to the intensity they had shared, before drifting closed again in sheer contentment.

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