Lena’s POV
I woke up sore, sticky, and aching in the best and worst ways possible.
My thighs trembled as I shifted in Adrian’s enormous bed. My p***y felt swollen and tender, still leaking traces of him. Every tiny movement sent a dull throb through me — a constant reminder of how many times he had f****d me last night. My n*****s were sensitive, my neck and breasts marked with faint hickeys. I looked thoroughly used.
And God help me… I loved it.
I pressed my face into the pillow and admitted the dangerous truth to myself.
I’m sexually alive.
For the first time in my twenty-one years, I felt like a woman with real desires. Not just the responsible big sister, not just the struggling student — but a woman who had moaned shamelessly, ridden a man’s c**k like she was starving for it, a
