Elena POV:
I woke up groaning from the ache between my thighs. Every movement reminded me of last night—the stretch, the weight, the pleasure that bordered on pain.
"Hey, hey," Kane's voice was the first thing I heard.
I blinked open my eyes, squinting at the golden sunlight pouring through the window. The city was usually gloomy, but today felt oddly bright. Like something had shifted.
"Kane," I murmured, reaching toward him.
He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. He looked far too fresh for someone who had spent the night ruining me.
"How much does it hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
I scanned the room, immediately searching for Dean.
"I sent him out to check on some things," Kane said softly. "Tell me where it hurts, Elena."
"Down there," I admitted with a small grimace.
He nodded, unsurprised. "I'll handle it. Anywhere else?"
"No, just there," I said, flexing my neck side to side to ease the stiffness. "I feel good otherwise."
