Chapter 143 6Before Morning

• Eloise woke to the feel of Franklin’s fingers already inside her.
• She did not know how long she had been asleep. The bunk was still dark, and his two fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes through the thick mess he had left in her earlier, pushing his own come deeper while his thumb circled her swollen clit. The wet sound of it was nasty and wet, the sound of something moving in a wet skin, it filled the small space, impossible to mistake for anything else.
• A quiet, broken sound left her throat.