Annabelle's POV
I had woken up to an empty bed and a dull ache between my legs, a sweet reminder of the nasty things I and Charles had done throughout the night. I swear to everything holy that It had been the best sex of my life. Never had I ever come as hard and as fast as I had, as Charles took me to completion over and over again. It was bliss, it was crazy, and it was mind-blowing.
I blushed hard like the thought of my frantic curses and moans flashed before my eyes.
Fuck! Last night was wild.
I stretched my aching body as the feeling of smooth satin sheets enveloped me. I felt so fucking complete and whole. I could completely get used to this, waking up with a well-serviced body and a satisfactory purr. If only my father could just let me go, if only I could just resign and have a family of my own, my own life, my own choices.
