I woke to sunlight seeping through the heavy curtains, warm and golden across my bare skin. My body ached in delicious ways, thighs sore, lips swollen, n*****s tender from where he’d sucked, bitten, claimed.
For a second, I thought it was a dream. The kind you wake up from with slick sheets and shaky breaths.
But the slow, steady rise and fall of the chest beneath my cheek reminded me it wasn’t.
I was still in bed, still naked, still curled up beside the stranger whose room I had accidentally walked into last night.
Or not so accidentally.
I blinked, the memory of it rushing back in hungry waves, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d slammed into me and said, “Now you’re mine.”
My legs instinctively pressed together, trying to relieve the ache already returning.
Then I felt it, his han
