Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of the guest house bedroom, casting a warm glow over the fallen sheetsbon the floor and scattered rose petals. I was half awake, my body deliciously sore in all the right places, a reminder of the night's passions. The room was a mess sheetsvon the floor petals everywhere, my nail marks on the bed, its wooden frame the wall and Aryan's back. Aryan's arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath steady against my neck. The mangalsutra still hung between my breasts, the beads a tangible link to our pretend vows. I could see Aryan's bite marks on my tits, thighs and i knew there were many on my neck. I shifted slightly, feeling the sticky remnants of our multiple releases between my thighs, my pussy tender from his relentless claiming.