"Wow…" Diana let out a deep, shaky breath as her eyes fluttered open.
Morning sunlight streamed through the half-closed curtains, casting golden light across the rumpled sheets and tangled limbs.
Her body ached—not with pain, but with the echo of intense pleasure that still pulsed through her like a memory burned into her very bones.
She blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, and then everything came rushing back.
Last night.
Ben.
She had thought the effects of the aphrodisiac the other night had clouded her judgment and exaggerated the sensations—twisting her into a mess of need and heat.
But now, without the haze of any drug dulling or enhancing her senses, the truth became startlingly clear: it hadn't been the potion that made it feel so good.
It was Ben.
Being with him, fully present, in complete control of her mind and body—there was no comparing it.
His every touch had sparked a reaction from her, a raw and primal need she hadn't even known she could feel.
