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 carnival of pleasure. Her body felt clean, fresh, alive. Her bleeding had stopped completely, her cramps a distant memory. Her womb was at peace, her skin glowing with the aftermath of his worship. Day five of her cycle, and she felt reborn.
She could feel it as she stirred awake. Her body was warm and content, her muscles loose and relaxed. She felt light, free, and completely satisfied. The horniness that had consumed her the previous day was gone, replaced by a deep sense of peace and fulfillment. She was whole. She was healed. She was his.
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