Belinda exhaled deeply, her breath still a bit ragged after having fucked Dan. He was incredible, mind blowingly so as she curled her legs a bit for comfort. Smiling up at the other yet feeling all the while exhasperated, she lifted herself up by her elbows on the vanity and tossed her semi-matted locks of dark hair over her shoulders. She felt empty as he pulled out, not so much as literally as figuratively. The way he touched her, the way he paid attention to her demands while in heat, the way he showed such unabashed passion, it was remarkable. How, after all of these years, could she feel so alive with a man she met hours ago. It was an instant attraction to; she'd been charmed by his appearance, his wit, and his charisma for life... and now she was engaged to his charisma for fucking. He was damned good at it, too. Smirking, she slid her hands up his muscular arms and raised a brow.<br/><br/>"Splendid... I can assure you this; you are amazing," she said with a sigh,"...T-thank you Dan."