She's breathless, and flushed, but there's a light in her eyes that's unmistakable from this angle — the proof of a woman thoroughly satisfied, and one who's still content to linger in his arms despite the weight of his frame or the fact that they're both lightly sweaty from their exertions.
The most damning part of all of it, she thinks, is that the thought of doing this again doesn't bother her in the slightest, doesn't feel anywhere close to the chore she initially believed it would be. There's no telling whether his seed will quicken in her womb right away, so perhaps they'll need to engage in this more than once just to ensure it, and the small, private smile that curves up the corners of her mouth is a clear indication of her thoughts in that regard.
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She's breathless, and flushed, but there's a light in her eyes that's unmistakable from this angle — the proof of a woman thoroughly satisfied, and one who's still content to linger in his arms despite the weight of his frame or the fact that they're both lightly sweaty from their exertions.
The most damning part of all of it, she thinks, is that the thought of doing this again doesn't bother her in the slightest, doesn't feel anywhere close to the chore she initially believed it would be. There's no telling whether his seed will quicken in her womb right away, so perhaps they'll need to engage in this more than once just to ensure it, and the small, private smile that curves up the corners of her mouth is a clear indication of her thoughts in that regard.