Chapter 377 Frostbite And Fuck Toys Ch4

• The storm began to break by morning.
• Light filtered through the frosted windows, gray and washed-out. The fireplace had died down to glowing coals, and the air had gone still. No more pounding wind. No more blinding white. Just the heavy silence of aftermath.
• Ava lay curled on the rug, wrapped in a blanket he’d thrown over her hours ago. Her body still twitched sometimes — the aftershocks of too many orgasms, of rope burn, of tension carved into every joint.