They finally collapsed together, both breathing like they'd run through the entire jungle.
Zeyra curled into his chest like a needy, exhausted kitten, pressing soft, tired kisses against his hot sweaty skin, licking the salt from his collarbone and chest like she was addicted to his taste.
Her voice was almost completely gone, reduced to a raspy, broken whisper now.
"I love you… my monster… my everything," she murmured, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. "I'd die for you. I'd kill for you. Just say the word and I'll do anything.… anything at all."
Sol stroked her messy, tangled hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead despite how incredibly rough he'd been just minutes earlier.
"Don't worry, you're mine now, Zeyra. All of you."
She hummed a satisfied little purr and nuzzled deeper into his neck, sucking softly on his skin.
