KAIA
If I could faint, I would.
Heaven and hell knows I tried—eyes rolled back, limp limbs, even that slow, pitiful exhale I’d seen actresses do in old dramas. But nope. I’m still wide awake, still feeling every inch of Caius c**k inside me like he’s glued there, and my poor body is screaming that it’s had enough.
I ache. My ass is on fire. I feel raw, sensitive, and stretched in ways that no human woman should be.
And Caius? He doesn’t even care that he’s wrung me dry. I can feel his body heat on my back like a smug wolf with his kill, breathing against my neck, moving his hips in these lazy, greedy little thrusts like he can't get enough even though I swear I felt him finish.
“Please,” I groan, pushing weakly at his thigh. “Just— move. Off. Out.”
Nothing. The beast doesn’t budge a
