Grace limped through the halls of the Angelic Dominion like she'd been hit by a wagon.
A sex wagon.
Driven by Diana, of course.
At full speed.
[Worth it though,] she smirked like a dumbass. [So worth it.]
Every step sent little jolts through her body. Not pain exactly. More like... aftershocks. Her thighs ached in ways that made her blush just thinking about it. Her back was covered in scratches that definitely weren't from fighting the Tempest. And she was pretty sure she had bite marks in places bite marks shouldn't be.
Diana had made good on that rain check.
Multiple times.
In multiple positions.
Grace paused at a marble pillar to catch her breath. A passing angel gave her a weird look.
[Crap. Do I look that bad?]
She tried to straighten up and walk normally. Made it about three steps before giving up. Her legs felt like jelly.
[Okay, come to think of it, no. Diana, you didn't have to go THAT hard.]
