Cassian emerged from Katherine's room early in the morning, looking thoroughly satisfied and refreshed. As he quietly closed the door behind him, the scene inside was a breathtaking sight: Katherine lay sprawled on the bed, her bare body illuminated by the soft morning light. She remained on her knees, her face buried in the pillow, her hips still raised high in the air—a vision of sensual exhaustion and beauty.
Her raised hips bore the marks of passion, the cheeks flushed a deep red. At the center, her wet folds glistened, a trail of Cassian's essence trickling down over her reddened curves and along her thighs. Above those folds, another entrance lay open, its delicate, dark pink insides exposed.
Her body trembled every few minutes as more of Cassian's essence seeped from her folds. Her half-open eyes gazed unfocused into the room, while her lips curled into a wide, contented smile—an undeniable sign that she, too, had been thoroughly satisfied.
