Lilian's eyes fluttered open slowly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the previous hour's intensity.
The first thing she noticed was the emptiness beside her.
Cassandra wasn't in bed...
And there was this sharp, persistent ache on her neck.
Her hand instinctively flew to the spot where Cassandra had bitten her, and she winced. It wasn't just sore, it throbbed with a strange, unfamiliar sensation that seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat.
"What the..." she murmured, sitting up slowly.
The silk sheets slid down her naked body as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her mind was still foggy from sleep and exhaustion, but the ache in her neck demanded attention.
Lilian stood up, wobbling slightly as her legs protested. She was sore everywhere, a reminder of just how thoroughly Cassandra had claimed her body the night before.
