Ananya did not close her legs.

She lay exactly as he had left her — on her back at the edge of the bed, thighs forced wide apart, knees bent, the soft insides of her legs trembling with the effort of holding the position. The oil lamp on the side table cast a low golden light across her naked body. Her breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath. Between her spread thighs, her cunt was swollen and shiny, the small pink mouth of her still untouched. A thin, continuous trickle of wetness had run down from her entrance, over the tight pucker of her ass, and onto the white sheet beneath her. The spot was already dark and spreading.