Chapter 11

I was exhausted, muscles aching and protesting, ass stinging after the extraordinary joy of him inside me. Every nerve ending was raw, exposed. My heart cried as if it had tears, my mind whirled. My senses were sharper than ever, and everything looked and smelled keener than before.

I’d never felt so alive in my life!

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I lay on the large bed, watching Eliot slide seductively out of his clothes, and I knew it was another night. I just had no idea of the specific passage of time. I couldn’t have said what happened after Eliot fucked me the first time, because I genuinely couldn’t remember. I knew there’d been many other times—that night, the next night, many nights after—and they had always been as exciting. I was so frequently naked that I rarely remembered being dressed. The room was always warm, the drapes always drawn closed. There was no sound except our panting breath; no other senses except awareness of each other.