Natalia Kuzmina stretched across her bed like a contented cat, her body humming with satisfaction. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, painting golden stripes across her rumpled sheets. Her muscles ached in the most delicious way imaginable, particularly between her thighs where she still felt the phantom sensation of fullness, the lingering memory of Satori claiming her completely.
"Mmm," she murmured into her pillow, burying her face to hide her smile even though no one was there to witness her uncharacteristic vulnerability.
She hadn't expected to sleep so deeply. Normally, she woke before her alarm, eager to train, to prove herself worthy. Today, however, her body had demanded recovery from the previous night's exertions, and she'd slept straight through it, lost in dreams tinged with his scent and touch.
