Lily Thompson
I woke up panting.
My body was on fire.
Every inch of me was tight, pulsing, aching for something I hadn’t even thought about in years.
I pressed my thighs together and groaned softly. “f**k”
I blinked at the ceiling, chest heaving.
What the hell was this?
My sheets were a mess, tangled around my legs. My robe had slipped down one shoulder and my n*****s were tight, pebble-hard against the cool air. Worse, so much worse, I was soaked.
Down there.
Soaked and throbbing and needy like I hadn’t been in six years.
Six. Whole. Years.
I hadn’t had s*x since Isabella was born.
And that had been fine. I was fine. My energy had gone into keeping Isabella safe and fed, working myself raw at three jobs just to scrape through. I hadn’t had the time or the luxury of being horn
