Chapter 5
Morning After, Again
Elena
I should've left.
Should've packed what little I brought, layered up, and taken my chances trekking through the snow.
Instead, I was in his bed. Again.
Naked. Again.
His arm was slung over my waist like it belonged there. Like I belonged there.
And his c**k?
Still thick, hard, pressed against my ass like a not-so-subtle promise that round... what, six? ...wasn't far behind.
My body ached in that dangerously satisfying way. A kind of soreness that said you did something dirty, and you liked it. My inner thighs still trembled when I shifted. My lips were swollen from hours of being kissed-and bitten.
And Jax?
Sleeping like he hadn't ruined me for other men in under twenty-four hours.
I tried to move without waking him.
Big mistake.
His han
