Chapter 43 The Break

• The door rattles behind her back when his hips slam hers flush to the wood — the old hinges groaning under the weight of his mouth on her throat.
• Ellerei’s palms are flat on his chest — but she’s not pushing now, not really. Her nails scrape his collar when he drags her hoodie up, mouth ghosting down her jaw like he wants to taste every inch she’s ever hidden.
• “Knox—” she tries, the word caught between a whimper and a curse. His name. His favorite sound.