Baylees POV
By the time Caden gets me through the front door, I’m not even human anymore.
I’m sweat and tremors and sobs. I can’t tell if I’m burning or drowning in it. My skin itches, my head pulses, and every part of my body feels swollen with need — this loud, aching need to be touched, claimed, filled, anything.
I scream into his neck as he carries me upstairs, my voice already wrecked from the banshee scream earlier. His arms tighten around me like I might break in half.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. Just hold on—”
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Bathroom
The cold hits before the water does. Caden practically throws me into the bathtub and drops to his knees beside me. The tap’s already blasting ice water. I sob as the shock slaps my skin.
My clothes cling to me, soaked and sticky, but I can’t move to
