Sandy's POV
I had never imagined that passion could leave me so completely drained. Yet here I was, feeling utterly spent.
As Charles withdrew from me with deliberate slowness, every nerve in my body cried out in both protest and satisfaction. The tender flesh between my thighs throbbed with a sweet ache that made movement nearly impossible. Each pulse reminded me of what had just transpired between us.
The sensation of him lingered within me, as though his presence had branded itself into my very core. I knew this feeling would haunt me for hours to come.
Rolling onto my side, I squeezed my eyes shut against the overwhelming reality of what had just happened. This wasn't some fevered dream born from longing. Every touch, every sensation had been devastatingly real.
