The room was still thick with heat.
Their breaths were heavy, slowing only slightly as they laid tangled in the sheets—satisfied, spent, but far from soft.
Evelyn’s skin hummed with the aftershocks of every rough kiss, every deep thrust, every promise they’d carved into each other’s bodies.
She stretched slowly, the ache delicious, her body humming in quiet victory.
Ronan lay beside her, one arm draped lazily across her stomach, his chest rising steady but slower now, his body just as marked as hers.
Beneath her fingertips, she could feel the bite marks she’d left along his skin.
Her marks.
She smiled to herself, satisfied.
There was no hiding what happened here.
No covering up the truth.
When he walked out that door, they’d all know.
And she wanted them to.
Ronan finally sat u
