Scarlett's POV
The hot afternoon sun streamed through the half-open curtains, warming my face and pulling me slowly from the deepest sleep I'd had in weeks. My body felt heavy, deliciously used, every muscle aching in the most satisfying way. I stretched with a soft groan, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs and the faint bruises I could already feel blooming on my hips and breasts.
When I opened my eyes, only Liam was still in bed with me. His massive frame was propped up on one elbow, his green eyes watching me with soft affection. The sheets were pooled low around his waist, revealing the hard lines of his abs and the thick outline of his cock even at rest.
"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and lingering desire. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. "How do you feel?"
I let out a breathless laugh, shifting carefully. "Like a train has crushed me… in the best possible way."
