Chapter 8: Afterglow of Lust
Mark’s arms tightened around Eleanor, his sticky chest plastered to her damp back where they lay tangled on the cool moss, the roar of the waterfall a constant backdrop to their shallow breaths. A slow, utterly satisfied smile spread across his lips as he nuzzled the damp hair at her temple, his voice a low, rough scrape against her ear. "Jesus, Ellie... look at you. So fucking sexy like this. Watching you? Fuck. Watching you take them, taste her... watching you fucking own it? Best thing I've ever seen." He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, his hand sliding possessively down her stomach towards the wet heat between her thighs. "Can't wait to see what other surprises you've got hidden in that gorgeous head this week." He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her body, his fingers finding her still-swollen flesh, tracing gently. "Bet it’s gonna be wild."
Eleanor laughed, a breathy sound against his skin, then turned her head to murmur sleepy farewells to Sera, Rafael, and Nina as they lay sated in the moss. Mark helped her up, his arm firm around her waist as he guided her towards the grotto's hidden exit, the luminous crystals casting long shadows behind them.