Ren woke up feeling like she had been run over by a steamroller, reversed over, and then flattened again for good measure.
She blinked her eyes open, staring up at the rough, wooden ceiling of the hollowed-out tree root. The golden light of late afternoon filtered in through the vines, casting long shadows across the space and reminding her just how long she had been out.
She tried to move, and immediately regretted it.
"Ow," she whispered, her voice cracking.
Every muscle in her body protested. Her legs felt like jelly, her hips felt disjointed, and the ache between her legs was a throbbing reminder of exactly how "beastly" Kael had been the night before.
The aphrodisiac root's fog had cleared, leaving her with crystal-clear, high-definition memories of the Tiger King's stamina.
A flush of heat that had nothing to do with the humidity crept up her neck and settled in her cheeks.
