Zephyra's POV

By the time he was done, I was a weak, quivering, dripping mess. My limbs gave out from underneath me, and I collapsed on the bed, Lirael coming with me and blanketing my body with his. He pulled out slowly, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine, then slid his arms under me, rolling us so we were lying on our sides, facing each other.

The sheets beneath me were wet, and embarrassment burned my skin. Even though he seemed to enjoy how my body reacted, I’d made a mess of ...