The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment with promises of a fresh start—but for Hellen, that morning wasn't about beginnings. It was about continuation. About the lingering warmth between her thighs and a mouth still marked by Jaston’s kisses.

She rose naked from the bed, her entire body still radiating sex. Her skin bore the traces of the night and the fierce second round. She felt deliciously used, as if every part of her had been explored and claimed. With tousled hair ...