Elena surfaced from sleep like a swimmer breaching dark water, her body announcing itself in a symphony of aches before her mind could catch up. The place between her thighs throbbed with a deep, satisfied soreness, the kind that came from being stretched and filled repeatedly by a man who knew exactly how much she could take and then demanded more. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples still tender from his mouth and teeth. Even her jaw carried a faint, pleasurable ache, a reminder of how long she had knelt before him with her lips stretched wide.

The sheets beneath her were tangled and damp. She shifted, and the movement sent a slow, warm trickle from her core down the crease of her thigh, a fresh welling of his seed that had been plugging her through the night. She realized with a sharp intake of breath that she was still open, still slick with him, still leaking the evidence of everything he had done to her body.