"Hmmmm…" Thea stirred weakly on the bed, her body feeling like it had been wrung out and left to dry. She was tired. More than tired even.
A low groan escaped her lips as she shifted under the covers, every small movement reminding her of the night before.
She was famished, her stomach hollow, but it was the soreness—the deep, bone-deep ache—that truly consumed her attention.
Her limbs were heavy, as if filled with lead, and her muscles throbbed with a dull, lingering pain.
Most of all, her pussy was swollen—tender, sore, and impossibly sensitive.
She winced as her thighs brushed together, the contact sending a jolt of overstimulated pleasure coursing through her.
Every nerve between her legs was still on fire.
She shivered involuntarily, the memories flooding back in vivid, breathless detail.
Riley had been relentless.
He had taken her again and again—without mercy, without pause.
He devoured her, possessed her, fucked her like a man starved.
