Allyson's POV
Sunlight filtered through the yacht's windows, pulling me from sleep as warmth kissed my bare skin. I stretched beneath the silken sheets, a lazy contentment washing over me. The events of last night flickered through my mind like scenes from a dream, except every sensation had been gloriously real.
Michael's hands exploring every inch of my body. His mouth claiming mine with desperate hunger. The way he had whispered my name as he moved inside me, transforming me completely.
I was no longer untouched, and the knowledge sent a thrill through my veins. Something inside me had awakened, something wild and hungry that I had never known existed. The invisible chains of inexperience had shattered, leaving me feeling powerful and alive.
