Morning light cut across the bed in pale gold stripes. Elena woke with Damian still inside her.

His cock had softened during the night but remained nested deep in her pussy, a thick, intimate weight that made every small shift of her hips send a dull, sweet ache through her core. The collar was still fastened around her throat. The leash trailed across the sheets and rested in Damian’s open hand. He was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her with the same dark, unhurried intensity he had shown from the first night.