When Hermi stirred awake, she felt a thorough soreness coursing through her from below. Cassian was nowhere to be found, and she found herself in a state of stupor.
Around her, the bed was a battlefield of sweat and evidence of a sleepless night. But how she had even ended up asleep, she could not quite recall.
She remembered being pinned down with her face pressed to the mattress, her hips elevated into the air. Cassian had been behind her then, slamming relentlessly into her the same way he had done throughout the night.
He had his fingers dug deep into her buttocks, spreading them so wide apart she felt embarrassingly exposed. Before long, a shudder had coursed through him as another load spilled into her. Perhaps that was her only memory before blacking out.
As Hermi stirred, the click of the door drew her gaze. Cassian walked in, a tray of food in his hand.
