Of course, Ross made sure to pleasure Cate to heaven and back, pushing her to the peak of ecstasy over and over again until her body could no longer take it.
She lost count of how many times she came, her mind turning hazy from the overwhelming pleasure.
By the time everything was said and done, she had passed out completely, her limp body sprawled across the bed in exhaustion.
A mess—her skin glistening with sweat, her breath shallow, and the remnants of Ross's passion dried across her curves. He had marked every inch of her, leaving no doubt that she was his now.
When morning arrived, Cate stirred awake, her body sore yet tingling with satisfaction. As she slowly got out of bed, she could still feel the ghost of Ross's touch lingering on her skin.
A deep blush crept onto her cheeks as the memories of last night flooded her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. She bit her lip, torn between guilt and an intoxicating sense of fulfillment.
