ZAYLA

I woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth and the faint scent of sex and cologne.

My body ached in the best and worst ways. My thighs were sore, and my pussy was tender. There were faint bruises on my hips from fingers gripping too hard, and a dull throb in my throat that reminded me of the way they had held me there. It was anything but gentle. Possessive rather.

I was in my own bed.

Someone had carried me here after I passed out. The sheets were soft and clean, but my skin still smelled like them.

I shifted slightly and winced. Oh Godd, my entire body felt...