To say I was tired would be putting it mildly. My entire body felt like it had been through a full-contact match every muscle ached, thighs burned, and my core was tender in that deep, satisfied way that made me want to stay buried under the sheets forever.
Last night had been intense, almost punishing in how thoroughly William had claimed me. And crazily, I wouldn't lie, I had loved every second of it. It felt like I had been sex-starved for months, and he'd finally given my body exactly what it had been silently begging for.
I stretched under the duvet, arms reaching above my head, and realized the other side of the bed was cold.
William never stayed long after. He'd slip out before dawn, leaving me to wake up alone in his massive bed, surrounded by his scent but not him.
Part of me hated how much that stung while another part that kept reminding me this was temporary told me not to get used to it.
