Unspoken Promises

Alora stirred in her sleep, a shiver running down her spine as the duvet slipped from her shoulders. She instinctively curled toward the warmth beside her, only to pause as awareness crept in—she was dressed in a chemise she didn't recall putting on, and the steady rhythm of someone's breathing caressed her senses.

A slow flush bloomed across her cheeks as the memories of the night before came rushing back. Heat pooled at her core, making her thighs press together on instinct—only for a sharp pang to make her wince.

"They were right..." she murmured, recalling the hushed whispers of her ladies, warning her of the inevitable ache that followed a night of passion.