When it was finally over—if it could be called over—Kristine collapsed against the mattress, her body trembling with exhaustion.
Her limbs were too weak to move, her skin tingling, her throat dry from gasping and moaning. Ross gathered her into his arms, his warmth wrapping around her like a protective shield.
She passed out not in pain, but in complete, blissful surrender.
There was a peaceful, contented smile on her lips as she drifted off to sleep—spent, satisfied, and deeply happy.
In that moment, with her body still glowing from the aftershocks, she knew she'd remember this night for the rest of her life.
***
"Hmmm… owwww… my head…"
Sasha's voice was low and hoarse as she stirred beneath the soft covers, a dull ache pulsing at her temples. Her eyelids fluttered open, squinting against the morning light filtering through the curtains.
The world around her spun faintly for a second, and then stilled. She took a breath.
