Elena stirred awake to the chill whisper of night air slipping through the open window, carrying the faint, earthy scent of the jasmine gardens.
Her body hummed with a languid ache, every muscle a sweet reminder of her time with her husband as she lay perfectly still, letting the thrill of their earlier frenzy replay in vivid, heated fragments across her mind.
The office couch was littered with the ropes and vibrator discarded like forgotten relics, and she'd shattered under him not once, each release more devastating than the last. She could still feel his seed flooding her in those cataclysmic jets that still felt warm and possessive deep within.
A flush crept up her neck, her cheeks blooming hot as she bit her lip against a silent chuckle. How long were we lost in it? The sun's long gone... and yet, here I am, craving more.
She shifted, intending to stretch, but a strong hand was gripping her waist, its heat seeping through her skin like a brand.
