Pearl POV
My lashes fluttered open to the faint glow of daylight streaming through the window. For a moment, I lay still, disoriented, my body heavy and warm beneath the blanket. The last thing I remembered was Demyan’s weight above me, his relentless thrusts, the way my body finally gave in until everything went black.
I sat up slowly, blinking. My clothes were on me, tidied, laced, buttoned. My skin no longer clung with sweat, nor did my hair stick damply to my neck. In fact, I felt… fresh. As though I had been bathed and tucked carefully into bed.
My cheeks heated instantly.
Did Demyan…?
I dared a soft sniff. The scent of sweat and s*x was gone, replaced by the faint aroma of warm water, soap, and him. That scent I could never mistake. He had cleaned me. My stomach twisted, part mo
