Melisa's entire body ached in ways that would make a yoga instructor cry. Sirah had fucked her three more times after that first round, each session more athletic than the last.
Now the darian slept like the dead, one arm thrown possessively over Melisa's waist like she was a teddy bear.
[Finally. Jesus fucking Christ, finally.]
Moving slowly enough to make a sloth jealous, Melisa slipped out from under Sirah's arm. The warrior didn't even twitch.
[Thank fuck for post-sex comas. Best invention ever.]
She crept to the tent entrance on legs that felt like jelly, peering through the gap. The camp was quiet, most warriors either asleep or stumbling around on patrol duty. The bush where Isabella and Raven had hidden stood about twenty feet away, looking innocent as hell.
Melisa held her breath and darted outside, completely naked because finding her clothes in the dark without waking Sirah was not happening. The cold night air hit her sticky skin like a bitch slap.
