Chapter 59 Toxic Bond
- The room was a graveyard of what they did the night before.
- Cum on the sheets. Blood on the pillows. Scratch marks down his back. Bite marks on her inner thighs.
- The scent of sex thick in the air like incense to some unholy god. Isadora’s hair was matted. Her lips swollen. Her entire body still trembled with soreness. But she didn’t care. She was burning now.