I woke up to find the room dark already. I had slept for hours without waking up once, that showed just how exhausted I had been; how exhausted I still was.
My body was a canvas of aches and bruises, the pain was a dull, persistent throb in my ass, it was a constant, undeniable reminder of Elias's hands and the punishment I had craved. But it was the soreness between my thighs that was the most profound, it was a deep, burning ache that was a reminder of every position, every thrust, every raw, desperate climax.
I couldn't help but recall how Elias had contorted me into different positions; how he had gripped my waist and forced me to game every thrust.
I looked down at my waist to find the print of his hands. It sent a sweet shudder through my body as I recalled how my legs had rewrapped around his waist, how he had bounced me on his cock till I almost felt him in my stomach.
