Stella's mind pieced together every vivid detail from the night before, the memories flooding back in waves that left her breathless. She could still feel the lingering ache, a reminder of Seiji's strength, his size overwhelming her. She remembered the way she gasped, the way her cries filled the room as his touch ignited sensations she had never experienced before.
Her cheeks flushed at the memory—how she had let herself go, how she surrendered, completely captivated by him. And then, the final moments replayed in her mind, Seiji pressing close as he reached his peak, his warmth filling her in an undeniable claim.
Stella's heart pounded. It was her choice, after all. She had given in, allowed herself to be swept up by the moment. Now, she lay beside him, claimed by the man she barely knew, yet unable to shake the feeling of exhilaration that lingered in her heart.
