As her body quieted, languor settled over her limbs. She wasn’t getting enough air with Ash crushed against her, but she couldn’t seem to summon the strength to push him away. She hung in his grip, lethargy bleeding away even her ability to speak.
The throb of his climax ebbed, and Ash finally leaned back, allowing her lungs to at last fully inflate. He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. “Are you all right?”
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