HERMIONE
I wake up the following morning with a languid stretch. Last night has been wonderful, and my body still resonates from the thrill of it.
I feel sore, having lost count of how many times I climaxed. Aiden drove me over the edge of passion, and heat rises to my face in both embarrassment and desire as I recall the numerous ways he marked my body.
The moment we entered our private suite, he lunged at me, kissing me with a mix of urgency, passion, and frustration. When our bodies finally merged, it was an exquisite release. I was on cloud nine, my senses heightened.
My belly quivers, a ripple shooting straight to my core as I remember the intensity of that moment. My screams of ecstasy echoed through the room, and I mentally appreciate the soundproofed walls; otherwise, we wou
