~Aria~

I stirred in my sleep at the sound of a knock on the door.

I first groaned, feeling a sharp headache before I pushed myself up.

“Come in!” I called out, yawning.

I looked around the bed. It felt like I was missing something.

That was when the memories flooded into my head in a rush.

I bit my lips shyly, the memories replaying in my head.

“For all his ruthless appearance…he still knows how to be a gentle man…”

How I wish I wasn't battling this godforsaken trauma…how I wish my hips didn't clench that painfully when he tried to thrust into me…

My pụssy clamped at the...