The morning light felt almost accusing as it spilled across Alexander’s bedroom. Mia woke up first, still wrapped in his strong arms, her body deliciously sore in the most satisfying ways. She could feel the evidence of their night together the stickiness between her thighs, the faint bruises on her hips from his grip, and the tender ache deep inside her from being f****d so thoroughly.
A slow, blissful smile spread across her face.
She turned her head and studied Alexander’s sleeping face. Even in rest, he looked powerful strong jaw, salt-and-pepper hair tousled, broad chest rising and falling steadily. Last night had been everything she had fantasized about and more. The way he lost control, the filthy things he said, how many times he came inside her… it all felt like a dream.
Mia ge
