Exercising near-Herculean effort, Emily sat up and moments later commenced with discarding her clothing. Nearly 10 minutes later she stood in her bathroom, having finally managed to disrobe down to the dampened scrap of La Perla silk that passed for panties.
Her sleek fingers danced about what barely remained of the thin lace-covered band of the undergarment - most of it had been destroyed when the attempt was made to rip it from her body - and began to gingerly remove the silken material from about her hips.
She breathed a sigh of relief upon navigating the panties down past her slender hips, noting she barely felt the silken bands brush against the faint bruising that was now visible there. Alas, the same did not hold true when she began to ease the silken garment along the super-sensitve folds of flesh housed at the apex of her now trembling thighs.
And while she had been successful in smothering the groan threatening to tear from her throat, she was not able to do likewise regarding her body's reaction. Her knees nearly buckling, Emily finally managed to remove the thong and stepped inside the shower.
As the slow, steady stream of hot water flowed over her body, she slumped against the shower's cold tiles. The stark contrast of temperatures somehow managed to calm and soothe her mind. But not her body.
Although hours had passed, she was still incredibly tender from Sonny Corinthos' lovemaking.