After several rounds of intense lovemaking.
Aidan Lucas held Lily Gray on the sofa, wishing he could make their bodies meld into each other.
Lily Gray was so exhausted she couldn't even lift a finger.
All she could do was rest limply on the man's chest.
With his periodic caresses, she lazily and comfortably rubbed her face against his heart, like a little kitten being extremely comfortable under her master's strokes.
"Hmm…" she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.
Frankly, Aidan Lucas, when not scolding or glaring, is so handsome that people can't help but want to touch him.
If she could stay this way forever, drowning in his tender and profound gaze, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.
Having this thought, Lily Gray again, very comfortably nestled into his embrace.
He could feel the woman in his arms actively nuzzling her face against his well-defined pectoral muscles.
The man smiled with satisfaction.