Aria had just woken up, but her eyelids felt so heavy that even attempting to open them felt like dragging lead across her vision. Her lashes fluttered briefly before her eyes opened halfway.
She hadn't moved yet, but her senses were already beginning to scream. There was weight pressing down on her—something solid and warm against her back, heavy as a chain draped over her spine. She stiffened immediately, every muscle in her body going taut.
Someone was holding her.
No—he was holding her.
Her eyes widened as she became hyper-aware of her limbs, her skin, her insides. A sharp, hot pulse traveled up her spine the moment she realized there was still something lodged deep within her. Still inside her. Her stomach twisted violently as the fog in her mind cleared and the memory of the night before returned like a tidal wave crashing into her chest.
It was Zyren. His cock was still inside her.
