Mikael collapsed onto the bed, the mattress creaking beneath his weight, interrupting the soft crackle of the firewood burning in the fireplace. He stretched out on his stomach, his face turned toward the window where the curtains hung open, framing the frostbitten expanse of the horizon.
Each slow blink of his lashes seemed to summon vivid, tantalizing memories of that night — their shared heat when their bodies intertwined, and the passion that left the sheets in disarray.
His cheeks flushed warmly. The images gripped him, slipping into his mind without warning. His body still bore the echoes of the aftermath. A soreness lingered between his thighs where Nicolaus had claimed him completely, stretching him to his limits.
Mikael could still feel Nicolaus' body pressing above him as he drove him deeper. He was ravaged and thrusted with unrestrained rhythm, filling him over and over until he was overflowing. Despite pushing these pictures away, they still clung to him.
