The sky was still the deep indigo of very early morning when Ramesh woke her.

Priya surfaced slowly from a heavy, dreamless sleep, her body aching in the sweetest way. Every muscle felt used. Between her legs she was still soft, still faintly sticky, still open from everything he had done to her on the stone floor the night before. She became aware of his hand stroking slowly up the inside of her bare thigh, fingers brushing the tender lips of her cunt without quite touching her clit.