-LILIAN-
The chill of the morning air was a stark contrast to the burning intimacy of the night. I lay in Alexander’s enormous bed, the heavy velvet drapes still drawn against the early light, trying to recall the details of the previous hours. It had been a whirlwind of raw emotion and even rawer physicality.
Every inch of me throbbed a dull ache in my muscles, but a deeper, more profound sensation pulsed within me. I could still feel him inside me, a ghost of his presence that made my limbs heavy, my very core tremble. It wasn't a comforting feeling but a constant, physical reminder of our savage connection.
After what felt like countless rounds, my body had given out, every ounce of strength drained from me. I remembered drifting in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of his wei
