Elena's Point Of View
My fingers trembled as I braced myself against the sink, trying to breathe, trying to think… trying not to remember how it felt when his mouth was on me, when my body gave in, when I whimpered his name like a prayer I swore I’d never say again.
The bathroom echoed with silence, but I wasn’t alone.
Not really.
His presence lingered like an imprint on my skin, in my lungs, under my ribs. My knees still wobbled from the afterwave, from the raw, relentless way he devoured me like I was made to be undone by him.
And God… his eyes.
The way he looked at me right before he stood up, lips glistening with the taste of my weakness, licking them slow… so f*****g slow, like he wanted to etch that moment into eternity.
Then he leaned in, his mouth brushed the shell of my ear
