Calm before a storm

Morning came, she flattered her eyes open, she was under his confine. His strong arm was holding her firmly against him as if she would disappear any minute. A wide smile formed on her face, she turned to face him, admiring his peaceful face, her own becoming red as she recalls what despicable things he did to her last night, he is a beast on bed she would have to admit that. She leaned forward and pecked his plump lips, they kissed endlessly. She blushed harder when he moved, praying he wouldn't wake up, he only grinned and continued to sleep. With a deep sigh, she was grateful that he hasn't woken up yet, she doesn't even know how to react before him after what they did, alcohol isn't water and they sure did prove that last night. She gently pulled herself from him and placed a pillow instead.

With tip toes she exited the room and went downstairs, her womanhood feeling quite sore and her whole body was aching, she could only giggle and cover her face. "Lord, what have we done? I am