Pleasure. Heat. A red tinted world of too many images and feelings, too much for her to process.

And then, what might have been an eternity later, it was over, and Jorick lay next to her on the bed, panting. Her eyelids fluttered open and she swallowed, suddenly thirsty. She turned her head to find Jorick gazing at her, a mixture of emotions on his face.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just-. Nothing." Before she could press him, he wrapped his arms around ...