Olessia's eyes fluttered open, and a sharp pain lanced through her body, settling down her vàgina made her gasp.
"Ouch," she breathed, pushing herself upright.
The movement worsened it. She curled slightly, her palm pressing her lower stomach as if to keep herself from splitting apart.
Kaive wasn't beside her, her gaze swept the room, the door was closed, and the chair was empty.
She checked the time, it was eleven pm, still night. She had truly thought it was morning. Olessia sighed, stretching slowly, her arms lifting above her head as a yawn escaped her lips.
Then her thoughts slipped back to a few hours ago, and it made heat rush to her face, and her stomach tightened at the thought. She wasn't a virgin anymore.
Gosh. She hadn't known this was how sèx felt... aching, strange, and lingering.
