June's POV
Justin had kept his promise. Savage. Untamed. Relentless. He'd taken me in ways I never thought possible—every position, every angle, as if he were trying to claim every inch of me, to mark me as his. My body buzzed, every touch sending electric pulses through me. The pleasure, wild and unrelenting, surged through me over and over again, until I lost count, until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I think I passed out somewhere around my tenth climax, my body finally surrendering to the onslaught of sensation.
When I woke, the world felt different. I woke up to midday sunlight spilling through the curtains, my body aching in ways I never thought possible. Every inch of me felt bruised—like I had been run over by a freight train, and yet, there was a strange kind of satisfaction in it. I was raw. My skin sensitive. The tenderness in my breasts was almost unbearable, and I could still feel the weight of what happened last night, deep inside me.
