Emma’s body still hummed from the dungeon—ass striped red from the crop, pussy swollen and leaking Victor’s cum down her inner thighs, wrists chafed from the cuffs. She clung to him as he carried her back up the stone passage, his strong arms cradling her like something precious. His silk shirt was draped over her shoulders again, barely covering anything; every step made her sensitive nipples brush the fabric, sending fresh sparks straight to her clit.

They reached the bedroom. Victor laid her gently on the black sheets, kissed her forehead, then her lips—soft this time, almost reverent.