Iris's POV 

Morning light slipped through the half-closed curtains in thin, pale stripes.

I woke slowly, body heavy and sore in places I hadn’t known could ache. The sheets were a tangled mess around my legs. My ass still burned from the spanking, the skin tight and hot every time I shifted and I felt the bite marks on my cheeks and inner thighs pulsed with a dull, steady throb, between my legs I was sticky and tender.

Rafael’s arm was draped over my waist, heavy and warm. I could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against my back. For a few long seconds I just lay...