Kael and Liss lay sprawled on the padded floor of her basement training bunker, their naked bodies warm and tingling, slick with sweat from the raw, electric fuck they'd just shared.
The air hummed with the faint aftershock of Liss's lightning, ozone mingling with the musky scent of their sex.
Liss nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her full, firm tits pressed to his side, her blonde hair loose and damp, strands clinging to her flushed face.
Her fingers traced lazy circles near his ribs, brushing his damp skin, while Kael stroked her hair, tucking a stray lock behind her ear, his touch gentle, lingering.
She tilted her face up, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, her lips brushing his jaw in a soft, teasing kiss.
"Nothing like a fuck after a good training session," she murmured, her voice husky, her grin wicked. "Muscles loose, blood pumping, endorphins sky-high. You should make this part of your rehab program, Kael."
