The next day arrived swiftly, with the golden rays of sunlight casting their glow over Sorayah's face. She had woken early and dressed herself in a flowing royal blue robe, adorned with golden hairpins carefully pinned into her lustrous hair.
Last night with Dimitri had been rough...no, more than rough. It had been a storm of passion, intense and unrelenting. From the bed, to the table, to the chairs, to the floor... standing, kneeling....he had taken her in every possible way. She had surrendered to his dragon, allowing him to ravage her without restraint.
As she shifted slightly, she closed her legs together instinctively, only to wince at the sharp ache between them. Her pink enclave throbbed in protest, sore from the relentless pounding it had endured. Despite the pain, her cheeks warmed as the memories flooded back....raw, heated, addictive.
It was intense, she thought. But I can't even deny it... I enjoyed every damn second of it.
