The strong light coming through the windows woke me up. As soon I I opened my eyes, I noticed that the room was quiet. Too quiet.
There was no heavy breathing at my back. No arm across my waist and no thick thigh pinning me in place. Just cool sheets tangled around my legs and the faint, musky scent of s*x and him still clinging to my skin.
I was alone. Bane must have left while I was still asleep.
I blinked up at the ceiling, slow and dazed, letting the reality settle in piece by piece.
My body felt… wrecked. Deliciously wrecked.
Every muscle ached in a way that was new and obscene. My thighs burned where they’d been spread wide for hours. The insides of them were sticky, crusted with dried c*m and my own slick. My core throbbed, deep, low pulses that reminded me exactly how many tim
