Zephyra's POV
I woke up feeling both drained and oddly content, the kind of satisfaction that made my body heavy and my mind float somewhere between dreams and reality. Every ache in my body was a reminder of last night, of Astraea and the way she had taken control so completely. She hadn't even taken off her own clothes, and yet she had spent hours making sure I couldn't think of anything but her, holding me down and pushing me past every limit until I couldn't even count how many times I came undone.
It had been all about me, perhaps her silent way of saying she wasn't done with me, even if she was still angry.
Half-asleep, I reached my hand behind me, expecting to brush against her warm skin, but instead, my hand found only cold sheets. My heart skipped a beat, and slowly, I turned over, hoping maybe she had just shifted further away, but unfortunately for me, the bed was empty.
