Kira’s POV
I pushed the bathroom door shut behind me, leaning against it for a second as the click echoed in the massive marble room.
Everything hurts. Like, everything. My thighs burned with that deep, pulled-muscle ache from being wrapped around someone way too strong for way too long. My hips felt bruised, tender in spots I didn’t even know could bruise. Lower back? Screaming.
Shoulders? Stiff. Even my neck had this delicious-twisted-wrong ache from arching too hard, too many times.
And between my legs…yeah. Sore didn’t cover it. Raw, swollen, throbbing in a way that was half pain, half reminder. Every step on the cold tile sent a little jolt up my spine.
I turned the water on scalding, letting the steam fill the room until the mirrors fogged. Adrian’s bathroom was ridiculous…gol
