I woke with his c**k still buried inside me.
Sometime during the night I had climbed back on top of him, seeking warmth, seeking control, seeking the one thing I had sworn I would never need again. Now, in the pale light of early morning, I was still straddling his hips, his thick length nestled deep within me, throbbing with every weak heartbeat.
Justin was awake.
His golden eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with exhaustion, awe, and devastating surrender. He hadn’t moved — he couldn’t. The strategic weakness still held him prisoner. All he could do was lie there, feeling me clench around him, feeling every tiny shift of my body.
“Doctor Sanchez…” he breathed, voice hoarse.
I didn’t speak at first.
I simply rolled my hips once, slowly, taking him deeper. A broken moan escaped his throa
