Katarina’s POV – Mountain Safehouse
I couldn’t sleep.
The fire was out, but my skin still burned.
Everywhere he’d touched me—his paintbrush, his fingers—it lingered. Between my thighs. Along my spine. The circles he’d drawn over my breasts. The way he whispered behind my ear like sin dripped from his teeth.
I’d showered. Dried. Pulled on a fresh robe.
Still tingled.
Still ached.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The ache in my thighs hadn’t gone away. It just simmered lower, darker.
He hadn’t even f****d me.
And still, my body betrayed me.
I slipped out of the makeshift bed. The fireplace burned low. Shadows danced against the walls. I crept down the hall barefoot, robe tied loose, heart hammering for reasons I didn’t want to name. The floor creaked beneath my bare feet as I crept do
