The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains of Room No. 101.
Vikram slowly opened his eyes, feeling unusually refreshed. His body still carried the pleasant exhaustion from the passionate night. He turned his head and saw Lilith sleeping peacefully beside him.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the soft morning glow. Her long hair was slightly messy, spread across the pillow. The silk sheet had slipped down slightly, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder and the faint marks he had left on her fair skin during their intense union. A small, satisfied smile lingered on her lips even in sleep.
Vikram watched her quietly for a moment. Last night's memories flashed through his mind — her soft moans, the way she trembled beneath him, the moment he took her virginity, and how eagerly she had surrendered herself to him. His lust from the previous night had been thoroughly satisfied.
