CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

NORA'S POV

As the morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the tousled sheets of the king-sized bed, I slowly stirred from my slumber, slowly opened my eyes, and became aware of a dull ache in my body.

My senses came into focus, and I became aware of the soft, warm weight beside me and the faint smell of earth that lingered in the air.

A smile played at the corners of my lips as memories of last night flooded back to me, and I felt a sense of contentment wash over me—the intense pleasure I had experienced with Horace.

My whole body was sore, especially in between my legs, but most satisfyingly, my lips were swollen and tender, a reminder of the hours of kissing and suckling we had indulged in. My neck and shoulders were stiff, not to mention my hair.

It was a mess.

The memory of our fingers entwined and their lips locked in a passionate kiss made my heart race. I smiled to myself, feeling a flush of warmth spread through my body at the memory of Hora