The days that followed my encounter with Elias blurred into a haze of restless energy. My body remembered every slow thrust, every deliberate lick, every whispered command that had unraveled me so completely. Even in the quiet of my private space, where soft lighting cast gentle shadows across the walls and the air carried only the faint scent of my own lingering arousal, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way his thick c**k had stretched me open, the controlled power in his hips, the way he had drawn out my pleasure until I was trembling and begging. I needed more. Not just memories—something real, something immediate.
I settled into the comfortable nook I had claimed for myself, surrounded by cushions that still held the faint imprint of my restless nights. My skin felt flushed eve
