The next morning, soft sunlight filtered into Derek’s clean bedroom. Stiles woke up first, body aching all over — her ass still bruised and sore from the brutal spanking, her pussy tender and leaking dried cum. She was angry, even though a twisted part of her had enjoyed every rough second last night. Derek’s strong arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her tight against his muscled chest like she belonged to him.

She tried to shift away, but he stirred awake, eyes opening sleepily. Without a word, he pulled her closer and captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, claiming her slowly and thoroughly.