The echoing slam of the private wing doors still rang in Catherine's ears as she hurried down the marble corridor, her elegant silk robe hastily tied around her naked form.
Cum—thick, warm trails of Aiden's potent seed—still leaked down her inner thighs with every hurried step, a sticky reminder of the ecstasy she'd just been torn from.
Beside her, Sabrina moved with similar urgency, her scarlet robe flapping open to reveal flashes of her toned, sweat-glistened body. Flora trailed behind, clutching a rumpled sheet to her chest, her golden hair disheveled and cheeks still flushed from the marathon breeding session they'd shared only moments ago.
They ducked into a side alcove off the main hallway, a shadowed nook lined with velvet curtains and flickering crystal lamps that cast dancing shadows on the walls.
