Sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds of Lila’s childhood bedroom, painting warm stripes across the rumpled white comforter. The clock on the nightstand read 7:42 a.m. Lila stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore in places she had never been sore before. Between her thighs felt sticky and tender, a constant reminder of Kai’s thick c**k and the two loads he had pumped deep inside her the night before. She shifted, feeling the dried evidence of their taboo f*****g pull at her skin, and a fresh wave of shameful heat bloomed low in her belly.
Kai was already awake.
He lay on his side beside her, propped on one elbow, watching her with those intense hazel eyes. His muscular body was bare, the sheet pooled low around his hips, revealing the sharp V of his abs and the heavy outline
