There was pain in every corner of her body, but alongside it lingered a faint feeling of euphoria.
However, that wasn't the first thing she sensed. The very first thing Abellona noticed was the faint scent of sweat, her own, mixed with the scent of a man clinging stubbornly to her skin.
The scent of that man… Damian.
She slowly opened her eyes, fully aware of what had happened. There was no need for doubts, no room for hesitation.
Abellona was alive. She glanced down at her own body. Her breasts carried a faint, almost imperceptible swelling, likely because a man she barely knew had squeezed and touched them. That was why his scent still lingered.
Looking further down, her naked skin bore faint bruises but nothing serious. She squeezed her legs together as if to preserve her modesty, only to realize there was no one around.
