She shifted slightly, but something firm and warm held her in place. Lifting her head just a little, she glanced down and realized she was lying right on top of Enzo, her head resting against his bare chest. One of his arms was draped over her waist, holding her close, while the other rested against her back.
She was too tired to move, her body still sore from the night before. It wasn't unbearable, but it was a constant reminder of what they did and just how rough Enzo had been with her.
The steady rise and fall of his breathing was slow and even, the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin fabric of her silky nightdress.
Her gaze flickered down to herself, noting that she was clean and dressed, as if she had never passed out from exhaustion after their intense sex. She didn't remember having the strength to move, let alone freshen up and put this on.
