I woke slowly, my body a mix of soreness and a deep, lingering satisfaction. Realizing I was in Ethan's room reminded me of last nights events, and a soft, contented smile spread across my face. I stretched carefully, relishing the ache that spoke of passion and connection I hadn’t felt in years.
Our love making had lasted hours over and over until I couldn't go any longer. Ethan's drive last night had been insatiable. The way he had taken control, the possessive edge in his touch and his words, stayed with me. He’d been intense, dominant, almost demanding, and it had taken me by surprise.
I hadn’t expected that side of him, but the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t just liked it—I’d craved it, relishing how he’d made me feel completely his. I had never experienced any
