Elira lay sprawled in the tangled sheets, her body aching in ways she had never imagined. Every muscle screamed with soreness, her thighs quivered if she so much as shifted, and her lips were raw from all the moans and kisses he had dragged from her.
Ehraaz had taken care of her afterwards—cleaning her gently, pressing warm kisses along her temple, whispering sinful praises. But still, she couldn’t move; her body belonged to the night they’d just lived through.
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