Morning light slipped through the edges of the curtains, casting warm gold across the tangled sheets. Aurora woke up first feeling extremely weak and sore. Her muscles ached in a way that made her blush just remembering why. Every inch of her felt thoroughly used, her thighs sore, her back twinging, her hips pulsing with the memory of being stretched, held down, turned inside out by the man currently wrapped around her.

Rowan.

She turned her head slowly. He looked so fucking smug even in his sleep. His arm was flung across her waist, one leg draped over hers like he needed every contact point to be covered. His lips...