The first light of dawn filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a pale blue glow across the king-sized bed. Aru’s eyelids flutter open, her body heavy with exhaustion and the lingering weight of Arya’s possession. His soft cock remains buried inside her from the night before—a warm, persistent presence that has kept her plugged and claimed through hours of restless sleep. She shifts slightly, testing the sensitivity of her swollen folds, and a broken moan escapes her lips as the movement sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through her overused pussy.

Arya groans behind her, his arm tightening around her waist. “Morning, my little slut,” he rasps, his voice thick with sleep and dominance. His fingers, which had been circling her clit with agonizing slowness, press harder. “Did you sleep well with my dick keeping you company all night?”