Maelis couldn't form a reply. She was a sea of sensation, her body a quivering, boneless thing draped over his hard-muscled frame. The orgasm he had just ripped from her had been so powerful, so all-consuming, that thought was impossible. All that existed was the feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek, the scent of his skin, and the still-thrumming connection where their bodies had been joined.
Alaric chuckled, the sound a deep rumble that vibrated through her. With an effortless grace that belied his strength, he shifted, rolling her onto her back. He slid out of her with a wet sound that made her whimper in protest, a small, pathetic noise of loss.
"Patience, Maelis," he murmured, his ruby eyes glinting in the faint, ethereal light of the Azure Ice Cavern. He didn't move away. Instead, he loomed over her, a magnificent predator admiring his catch. "A master must be proficient in all disciplines. We have only covered the basics."
