AVA'S POV
Morning light crept across the sheets, a pale, accusing finger that I tried to ignore as I blinked awake.
Every inch of my body screamed in protest, a visceral reminder of the hours before.
My thighs burned with a deep, muscular ache, and the tender, swollen flesh between my legs thudded with a painful rhythm where he had used me so thoroughly.
Faint, bruising marks bloomed across my skin—purple and blue fingerprints where his mouth and hands had claimed me, marking me as his.
Adrian's arm lay heavy across my waist, an anchor pinning me to the mattress.
His chest was warm and solid against my back, his breathing deep and even.
I tried to shift, to find a position that didn't hurt, but he tightened his hold instinctively, even in sleep.
I stayed still, letting the silence
