The morning sun streamed through the windows, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. Amber woke in Kabir's arms, her body still humming with the memory of the previous day's flamenco of pain. Her bleeding had stopped completely, the last traces of her cycle gone. Her body felt light, free, alive. The cramps were a distant memory, her womb at peace. Day four of her cycle, and she was no longer bleeding. She felt clean, fresh, ready.

She could feel it as she stirred awake. Her body was warm and relaxed, her muscles loose and content. But there was something else. A familiar ache that had nothing to do with her cycle. A wetness between her thighs. A throbbing of her clit with every heartbeat. A desperate clenching of her cunt around nothing. Day four of her cycle, and the horniness had returned with a vengeance.