Chapter 140 Tattoo
Mary stirred awake, her body feeling surprisingly refreshed.
She had braced herself for soreness, expecting aches and pains after the marathon session with Ross.
But to her amazement, there was none—just a lingering warmth that spread through her like a comforting embrace.
Her mind replayed the night before, snippets of heated passion flashing vividly.
Ross had taken her for hours, their bodies tangled together in an unrelenting rhythm until she'd finally passed out, utterly spent.
A soft blush spread across her cheeks at the memory.
Turning her head, she saw him lying beside her, his features relaxed in peaceful slumber.
His chest rose and fell steadily, a faint hint of a smile playing on his lips even in sleep. Mary's heart swelled with affection as she admired him.
Quietly, she scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his muscular arm and nuzzling against him.