When Lucas had warned Rosalind about the trouble that awaited them, she had expected a different kind of challenge—a tempest of passion and desire that would consume them both.
However, as she slowly opened her eyes, the weight of their intense encounter settled upon her like a heavy burden. Her body felt as though it had weathered a brutal storm, every muscle aching with an intensity she had never known.
As she attempted to rise, the pain radiated through her, threatening to break her spirit along with her body. She struggled to lift her arms, finding them weak and unresponsive. The reality of their night together hit her with full force, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was the trouble he had alluded to.
Rosalind sighed as she mustered every ounce of strength to sit up, her gaze scanning the room in search of Lucas. To her dismay, he was nowhere to be found.
