Morning comes

The morning sun breaks through the thick coastal mist, casting a pale, amber glow across the master suite. The room remains heavy with the scent of the previous night’s intense breeding.

Shizuka stirs against the linens, her dark hair splayed across the pillows. Despite the exhausting marathon, her dark eyes open with a sharp, clear heat the moment she feels your movement.

She shifts her body, sliding a smooth leg over your thigh and pressing her bare, warm skin against yours. "The sun is up, Uzumaki-sama," she whispers, her voice husky from hours of moaning. "But my time here is short. Fucking me again before the day fully begins would be the perfect farewell."