The soft glow of morning filtered into the chamber, casting warm light over the silken sheets. A dull, throbbing pain lingered between her thighs—a clear reminder of the night before.
She winced, trying to sit up, but her body protested; her legs felt heavy.
A sudden wave of nausea rose in her chest. Clutching her stomach, she pressed a hand to her mouth.
Limping slightly, she dragged herself out of bed, her breaths shallow. Every step she took was a struggle, the soreness from the intimacy making her movements stiff and unsteady.
She barely made it to the toilet before collapsing to her knees, vomiting into the basin as her body shook.
Thomas jolted awake the instant he heard her.
“Lyla?” he called out, panic tightening his chest as he rushed to the bathroom, still in his loose nig
