It was not until an hour later that the acts of passion gradually died down. The heat of what transpired remained as the sound of breathing dominated the room.
Ayen almost lay down on the sofa; his hands were still firmly held. Devion and Khal lay down at his sides, perfectly enclosing him in between them.
He felt his left hand being played with by Devion, fiddling with his fingers. He glanced at him; the flush in his face might have disappeared, but the traces of their intense making out remained.
Devion's lips looked so red; the corner of his lips was a little torn. Ayen licked his lips and felt the same in his lips. He could not even feel his tongue as if it had gone numb.
When Devion sensed his gaze, his eyes firmly locked with his. Then he grinned, "Look what you did to me." Devion looked down and showed his collarbone.
The red marks and bites had glistened on them. They were messy; it was obvious that the one who did it just let his lust take over.
