Eden’s POV:
When I woke up the next morning, I felt amazing. I felt like someone had cut down the chains holding me down. I felt free.
Opening my eyes, I took in the sight of my sleeping boyfriend. I smiled softly, reaching out to trace his eyes before doing the same to his lips before I remembered last night.
My face burst into red as I remembered all the things that escaped through my mouth. The noises, the words… the things I said. Oh, God, now that I was perfectly sane and not intoxicated by my boyfriend, I felt flustered. I didn’t even struggle or try to move things my way. I simply submitted and let him dominate me.
Oddly enough, I felt comfort and relief in that fact. I’d given myself to Sterling. I belonged to him, both body and soul, and no one could cut off our connection anymore.
The second I tried to scoot closer, I winced. Now that the pleasure had rolled off… all I knew was that my body was sore, and my legs felt like jelly.
Damn it.
It didn’t hurt, though, not like that. While I felt at peace… well, I’d never… done this… before, so… um… yeah.
Clearing my throat, I focused on Sterling, tracing his chest with my fingers, smiling when I caught sight of the mark I’d left him. That was the only thing I managed to do before he took over me completely. I blushed again, pulling the covers over me completely.
Stop it, Eden! Snap out of it!
I couldn’t. I kept remembering the way he handled me, gently yet torturously, taking his time, finding everything he could turn against me.
What was I so afraid of before?