ISABELLA
I woke up slowly in the late afternoon, sunlight filtering through the curtains in soft golden beams. Strong arms were wrapped around me, Rafael’s warm, muscular body spooning mine from behind. His breathing was deep and even, he was still dead asleep. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his c**k soft but heavy against my ass.
He must be exhausted, I thought with a mix of satisfaction and bitterness. All that “work” he put in last night to punish me. My body was a wreck... sore, bruised, and utterly spent. Especially between my legs. My v****a throbbed with a deep, aching tenderness that made even shifting slightly painful. Every movement reminded me of how relentlessly he’d taken me, over and over, like he was trying to erase the memory of anyo
