Tianna was ravished by Ross for hours, lost in wave after wave of relentless passion.
As usual, he only stopped when the first rays of sunlight began to creep through the windows.
Their bodies were tangled together, slick with sweat, flushed and breathless.
The air still held the scent of sex and skin, heavy and warm.
Heaven, already spent from her epic lovemaking with Ross earlier, lay curled up beside them, equally exhausted.
The three of them collapsed into a peaceful slumber, their bodies wrapped in satisfied stillness.
If pleasure had a sound, it was the silence that followed—the calm after a storm of moans, gasps, and whispered names.
But elsewhere in the house, the mood was vastly different.
Not everyone slept well that night.
In the quiet of the communal bathroom, Hugh stood frozen in front of the mirror, staring into his own eyes as though searching for something—answers, maybe, or just some version of himself he still recognized.
