The morning sun streamed through the windows, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. Amber woke in Kabir's arms, her body already humming with a familiar ache that had nothing to do with cramps. Her bleeding had almost stopped, reduced to a mere whisper of what it had been. The cramps were a distant memory, completely gone. But something else had taken their place. A deep, burning hunger that radiated from her core. A wetness between her thighs that had soaked through her sleepwear. Day three of her cycle, and her body was screaming for him.

She could feel it as she stirred awake. The slickness coating her inner thighs. The throbbing of her clit with every heartbeat. The desperate clenching of her cunt around nothing. She was soaked, a mess of need before she had even opened her eyes.