Chapter 9Left sitting on the edge of the sink, Sela’s body thrummed with a peculiar combination of drunken relaxation, her senses vibrant, alive, animated. Though her heart slowed, other parts of her raced on.
He was gone.
Alone. She was alone. The bastard left her. He’d taken…his fill…and left her. What the hell? She never lost control like this, never allowed someone else to influence her. She didn’t like that part of the encounter. The rest…Sela liked well enough.
Too well.
In desperation, she sought another sensation, preferring anger, though the longed-for emotion wriggled away from her grasp. The need to be angry with Axel burned within, yet refused to heat beyond a smoulder, leaving her annoyed more with herself than Axel. Damn the man!
Body tightening outside her control, she
