Alina pov
I don’t remember when sleep claimed me. Only when I woke up, he was there, sleeping beside me, peacefully. I was wearing his white shirt, the one he wore yesterday, his scent lingering around my body. My dress lay ruined on the floor, piece by piece that was torn by him.
My body ached with every moment I tried to move. Even my hands trembled when I put my hand on the carpet. I always knew he wasn't sweet, wasn't caring, but rough but yesterday I saw the other side of him. The darker side. He didn't love my body but worshiped it like a man. There was no tenderness but a hunger to claim.
He opened his eyes and looked at mine. There was no softness on his face. No emotions. He pulled me against his body, making me fall on top of him.
“Feeling pain?” he asked. I shyly nodded.
