The Morning After.

Elena’s POV

Sunlight crept through the hotel curtains and warmed my bare skin. I woke up slowly, body heavy and aching in the most delicious ways. My thighs felt sticky.

The sheets beneath me were stiff with dried evidence of everything we had done last night. I shifted slightly and felt him behind me, hard again, his thick cock nestled against my ass like it belonged there.

A stranger. Yet after the train, the bathroom, and hours of him wrecking me in this room, he felt strangely familiar.

Before I could fully open my eyes, his hand tangled in my hair. He guided my head down toward...