Chapter 135

Chapter 135:

And this time, no one would rescue her.

Aurora

“If you feel any pain, let me know,” the doctor said after examining my body.

“And any numbness as well,” she added, swallowing nervously. Her face was strangely filled with fear as her hands gently pressed against my body.

Her behavior that morning felt off, but I didn’t let it bother me.

Damon’s tenderness had me floating on cloud nine.

I could still feel the lingering warmth around me, a reminder of the intense connection we shared.

Driven by desire, we had made love passionately through the night.

When I thought his size might overwhelm me, I found that I was wrong.

After the intense pleasure that surged through me, he moved with a rhythm that was both gentle and relentless.

I lost track of time as I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, matching his pace. It was a bittersweet sensation as his full length filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never known.

I wanted him inside me every day.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

Despite his fierce nature, there was a tenderness in his touch. He was careful, yet intense, as he moved within me.

“Can you feel my hands moving?” The doctor’s voice snapped me back to reality, pulling me from my thoughts. I lowered my head, not wanting her to see my flushed cheeks.

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“What?” I asked, still trying to collect myself.

“I just want to know if you can feel the movement of my fingers on your legs, especially after you stood for so long during your punishment,” she explained.

My gaze dropped in sorrow as memories of my last encounter in the dungeon flooded back. It was something I would never forget.

My chest tightened, and the memory of the whips echoed in my mind.

I swallowed hard, blinking repeatedly to keep the tears from falling.

I was treated unjustly, like an animal.

Thanks to Damon, I could have died.

I was certain that Rosa would be delighted to hear the news of my demise.

“I’m sorry if I—” she began, noticing the shift in my expression.

“It’s fine,” I replied, brushing off her concern. “I’m fine. I’m not feeling numb,” I lied.

Thanks to Damon for pushing me to the edge, leaving me unable to feel my legs.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her fingers lightly trailing from my thighs down to my legs.

“Yes,” I answered, looking away from her. I didn’t want her to suspect anything.

I was too embarrassed to admit the real reason my legs felt numb.

“Alright then, I’ll leave. If you need anything, just call,” she said, turning toward the door.

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