93

SUNDAY

“Mmm, Caleb,” I murmured into my pillow, rolling over and reaching for the man I’d finally claimed as mine. It was the last piece clicking into place.

My body ached with delicious tingles. Not from being railed into next week by my hot as fuck priest, sadly, but from the intensity of the three back-to-back orgasms he’d given me. As I stretched and rolled over, I did a quick mental inventory.

The heat was gone, completely. Like a switch had been flipped and I was my normal self again. I knew, with a bit of sadness, that it wouldn’t return for a long time. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t coax another orgasm out of Caleb before we rejoined the real world.

I cracked one eye open, turning my head on the pillow to look at him.

He wasn’t there.

Sitting up, I glanced around, but the lovely cottage-style room was gone, replaced with something utilitarian and not remotely familiar. The only thing besides the bed and me in the simple space was a single piece of paper.