When Zique’s knot finally retracted, he pulled out of Kiara, both sighing out in relief at the fact that they could now move.

They had been laying down motionless for more than five minutes, her legs were probably cramped and he didn’t have to ask if she was tired.

It was so blatant in every breath that left her lips.

Sitting up, he reclined against the sofa, looking over at her. “Are you okay?”

Kiara nodded. “Yeah.”

“Dinner will be delivered soon, let’s wash up before it gets here.”

He stretched out a hand to her and Kiara looked at it for a second before placing hers in it. “T-Together...?”

“Well if it doesn’t bother you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Does it?”

“Uh...” He’d already seen her naked so there was really nothing to hide. “It doesn’t.”

“Okay good.” He stood up and Kiara did the same only for her weak knees to buckle. She almost fell, but he caught her, hands so swift as they wrapped around her waist. “Easy there, princess.”

Kiara’s face turned to red against his chest. “I’m so