Diora
I stirred awake, the sunlight pouring into the room eliciting a groggy murmur from me. I pushed my wild tresses off my face, struggling to move my legs but the soreness I felt between them gave me the message I needed that I couldn't walk properly.
I knew Gray was obsessed with me but he was insatiable last night. He f****d me in the shower, against the wall, against the dresser, and on the bed. He couldn't keep his hands off me because he believed that was his way of punishing me for denying him access to my body for over a month.
I honestly couldn't have wanted a different way around. I loved the marks he left all over my body. I loved the way he couldn't get enough of me. I loved how he made me feel so wanted and brought out the side of me that was so attuned to his dominance.
