The soft glow of moonlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting silver streaks over the two figures tangled together on the grand bed. The warmth of their bodies lingered even as exhaustion slowly settled in.
Zahara lay nestled against Alex's chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. Her breath was steady, her heartbeat a soft rhythm against his side.
Alex exhaled with a smile, his hand running through Zahara's hair as he gazed at the ceiling.
In their time filled with passion, neither of them had held back. They didn't even know how long they had been in the room; all they knew was that it was already night.
At first, it was just Alex who did everything, but slowly, Zahara started actively participating.
Before they could realize it, they had already done the deed so much that the room was filled with the smell of their sweat and hard work.
Yet now, in the aftermath, a sense of peace settled between them, unspoken but understood.
