VIVIAN

I woke up sore.

The good kind of sore… the kind that made me press my thighs together and sigh like some starry-eyed teenager. Every ache between my legs reminded me of last night, of how Sebastian fucked me like he was trying to etch himself into my body.

And god… I loved it.

I didn’t remember the last time I’d been touched like that, let alone wrecked so thoroughly. My ex never made me feel anything close to this… hell, I used to fake moans just to hurry him along. But ...