The morning sun filtered weakly through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the absolute disaster zone that was Alex's bedroom.
The plush, king-sized bed looked like it had been the epicenter of a localized hurricane. The expensive silk sheets were kicked off onto the floor, the pillows were scattered haphazardly, and the heavy musk of sweat, virgin blood, and intense arousal hung thick in the air.
In the center of the wreckage, the newly reunited couple was fast asleep.
Emma was curled tightly against Alex's side, completely naked. Her petite, pale body was marked with faint red fingerprints on her hips and thighs—souvenirs of Alex's monstrous, System-enhanced stamina. Her fluffy blonde hair was a tangled mess across his chest, her cheek resting over his heart. She had a soft, deeply satisfied smile on her swollen lips, completely exhausted after going five agonizingly pleasurable rounds before finally passing out around 4:00 AM.
