Brielle's POV
I woke up alone.
The absence of him was a cold thing, stretching across the bed, pressing against my skin, sinking deep into my bones.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body still aching from him.
From his hands.
His mouth.
The way he had devoured me like he couldn’t help himself. Like he was starving. Like I was the only thing that could satisfy the hunger burning inside him.
The bond still hummed beneath my skin, raw and unrelenting, refusing to let me forget.
Not that I could.
Not after last night.
Not after the way he took me, the way he claimed me, as if he wanted to carve himself into my very soul.
I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply, trying to steady myself.
But the scent of him was still on the sheets, still tangled in my hai
