I drifted in and out of a light, exhausted sleep, my body still humming with residual pleasure from everything Isaac had done to me earlier.

The storm continued its relentless assault outside, heavy rain hammering against the windows in rhythmic, almost hypnotic sheets. Thunder rolled low and deep, vibrating through the walls and floorboards like distant artillery.

My limbs were heavy and languid, my pussy still tender, slick, and faintly pulsing with aftershocks. The silk nightie I had thrown on clung to my damp skin, the fabric cool where it touched my heated body.

A warm, wet sensation between my thighs slowly pulled me from the haze of sleep. Long,...