I gasp, stiffening in his arms as it slams back into me like a brick wall. My entire body jolts. My legs twitch. My stomach lurches. The heat between my legs surges again like I never got relief at all.
“Oh my Gosh—Caden—it’s not over—”
He lifts his head, eyes wide. “What?”
“I—it’s—Caden, it hurts again—it hurts so much—”
I cry out and push against his chest, but not to get away — I can’t stop moving, can’t stop trying to rub against him. My skin’s on fire again. I’m sweating, dizzy, my vision blurs.
It’s like I’m back at square one, only worse.
“No, no, no,” he mutters, scooping me into his arms and standing up out of the bath. “This isn’t the bond. This is something else. Shit.”
“I don’t—I don’t understand—why didn’t it stop—why—”
“You need something more,” he breathes, laying me
