Thud!!!
The door slammed shut behind him, the echo reverberating through the still, heavy air.
Aiden had left, but his presence lingered like smoke, curling around the edges of the room, filling every corner with the memory of him.
Catherine, who had watched his retreating figure until the last second, finally let herself collapse onto the bed beside Sabrina.
Both women were drenched in sweat, their skin sticky, their muscles trembling from exertion.
The scent of sex—his musk, the metallic tang of their own sweat, the faint traces of perfume—clung to them like a second skin. Every nerve in their bodies throbbed, aching and alive at once, and even now, as Sabrina drew slow, shaky breaths, her body betrayed her, releasing him again.
Not just a trickle, but a relentless, spilling warmth, like a river forced through a dam.
Sabrina's gaze wandered to Catherine, lying near her feet, her rear slightly lifted, the curve of her spine soft and inviting.
