Meryl's POV
Consciousness returned to me in waves, each one bringing a fresh reminder of how thoroughly my body had been claimed. Every muscle screamed in protest. My inner thighs felt like they were on fire. A deep ache settled in my core, pulsing with each heartbeat. I felt completely wrecked, like I'd been torn apart and hastily put back together.
Andre's muscular arm held me captive against his chest, his skin radiating warmth against my bare back. His breathing remained even and deep, completely at peace, as if the world beyond this room didn't exist. As if nothing could touch him.
I attempted to shift position, suppressing a whimper when pain lanced through my most sensitive areas. Everything hurt. I couldn't even press my legs together without wincing. My skin felt sticky and marked, saturated with his scent, with evidence of what we'd done. The memory of his touch lingered everywhere.
