BOOK 3: Chapter 11: The Morning After
The morning light slips through the sheer curtains, casting a golden sheen across the rumpled bed. The sheets are tangled around her legs, twisted and soaked with the remnants of a night she still can’t believe happened. Her body stirs before her mind fully registers it. A dull ache throbs in her hips, between her thighs, in places she hadn’t felt sore in years—not like this.
She groans softly, shifting to sit up. Every muscle protests the movement, her body reminding her just how relentlessly they’d gone at each other. It hadn’t been once. Or twice. No… it had felt endless—like time had stopped and the only thing that mattered was the heat of his mouth, the thrust of his c**k, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that had ever made h
