Chapter 8 The Quite That Hurts

• The door clicked shut behind him, and with it, the world fell still.
• Ivy stood in the middle of the bedroom, half-dressed, still trembling, her breath catching in shallow pulls that barely reached her chest. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the heat of everything he had just poured into her. Her body was raw. Her thighs sticky. Her voice broken from the things he made her say.
• But it wasn’t the ache between her legs that left her breathless now.