Chapter 55 The Afterglow

• The bed hums under the weight of him — the old frame creaking soft every time she shifts, her thigh sliding against his hip where his jeans hang open just enough to brush her bare skin.
• Ellerei’s breath is still ragged — her mouth parted under the crook of her arm where her wrist drapes her eyes like she can hide what he just dragged out of her.
• Knox doesn’t move — not yet. He’s still inside her, thick and warm, every pulse of his heartbeat felt deep where she’s sore and stretched and too tired to spit another lie.