Chapter 46 The After

• The door frame hums behind her spine — cheap wood groaning under every ragged gasp that slips from her lips. Her thighs tremble around his hips, toes curled where they brush the floor he’s got her pinned so high against.
• Knox’s chest heaves into hers — sweat slick where it slides down the curve of her breast, his mouth dragging open along her throat like he could bite the old ink away if he just pressed harder.
• He’s still inside her — thick, pulsing, every inch buried so deep it feels like he’s stitched under her ribs for good.