Olivia's POV
I woke up exhausted, my entire body aching in that deep, satisfying way that came from hours of intense sex.
How many rounds did we go?
I couldn't even remember. Three? Four? More? At some point, they'd all blurred together into one continuous wave of pleasure so intense I'd forgotten where I was.
My stranger had meant business last night. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust had been like he was trying to imprint himself inside me, brand me so thoroughly that I'd never forget who I belonged to.
Possessive bastard.
But God, it had worked.
I yawned and stretched, wincing slightly at the protest from my sore muscles. When I turned to look at the other side of the bed, I already knew what I'd find.
Empty.
Of course he was gone.
