Seraphina shattered beneath him, waves of release washing over her trembling form, but the pleasure faded quickly. Grief crashed back in, and tears began streaming down her face once more.
Mordred pressed gentle kisses to her wet cheeks. "Stop crying. We'll handle this together, alright?" He withdrew from her slowly, feeling her wince, then pulled her tight against his chest.
His hands moved in soothing circles across her back, lips brushing her forehead repeatedly. Every tender gesture worked to calm her storm, and gradually, she settled.
Sweat glistened on both their bodies. In the quiet aftermath, Seraphina felt that familiar connection with her mate returning, however fragile.
