Flora's POV
The heavy iron gates at the edge of the driveway clicked open at exactly two o'clock on Sunday afternoon.
The sound felt like a physical slap, instantly shattering the warm, quiet bubble we had been living in. For seventy-two hours, the house had belonged entirely to us. Sitting there on the living room sofa, waiting for the car to pull up, my mind was completely flooded with the memory of how incredible the last few days had been. It had been a non-stop blur of absolute pleasure, food, and pure relaxation. I had never felt so completely cherished and thoroughly satisfied in my entire life.
My skin still tingled with the memory of our very last moments together in his bed just hours ago. He had been so dominant, holding my hips tightly, driving into me with a slow, heavy rh
