Rory's POV
A scream ripped from my lungs raw, the heat pulsing through me only grew hotter, more unbearable, more untamable.
My hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for some anchor. My body thrashed against the bed, every nerve inside me quivering every shred of restraint I had collapsed.
Valessa's eye gleamed in the half-light mercilessly. She didn’t need to say anything; the curve of her mouth told me everything. She was winning. She was peeling me apart piece by piece with a maddening deliberate patience.
“No…” I choked out, though my voice betrayed me, uneven, caught somewhere between defiance and pleading. “No, don’t… I can’t—”
Her other moved to graze my arm, feather-light. The smallest brush made my body jerk violently, betraying me again, drawing out moans I didn’t even reco
