The next morning, Kyra woke up in her bed, Vincent's arms wrapped protectively around her.
She peered out from under his arm, her eyes widening as she met Vincent's gaze, a smile playing on his lips.
Blushing, she felt a mixture of shyness and contentment.
"Good morning." Vincent murmured, his voice low, deep, and undeniably sexy.
Kyra nodded, her voice a bit hoarse from the previous night's moans and pleas for mercy.
Despite her begging, Vincent showed no signs of pity.
Kyra pouted and buried her face in his arms. "You're so bad. Now my legs and throat are sore because of you," she mumbled into his skin.
Vincent chuckled softly, his hand stroking her hair affectionately. "You loved every minute of it." he teased, his voice filled with satisfaction and a hint of playfulness.
Kyra sighed, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by his words. She couldn't deny the truth in them, remembering the intensity of their shared moments.
