Maya woke slowly, awareness drifting back like warm water rising around her. She was still wrapped in Étienne’s arms, his body a solid, comforting weight behind her. One of his hands rested low on her belly, fingers splayed possessively. The other arm was tucked beneath her head, his forearm serving as her pillow all night.She could feel him breathing against her neck. Deep, even, peaceful. His cock, soft now, rested heavy and warm against the curve of her ass. Between her thighs the evidence of last night lingered: dried cum flaking on her skin, the faint soreness in both holes, the tender ache of welts and bites that bloomed across her body like quiet signatures.She didn’t move at first. Simply existed in the cocoon of him.Then she felt his breathing change. Subtle. A shift from sleep to wakefulness. His fingers flexed lightly against her stomach. A low hum vibrated through his chest into her back.“Morning, mon cœur,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, lips brushing the shell
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