Eli
I wake to gray light and the scent of him.
The wool blanket is warm against my cheek. My my body feels heavy, but the burn is gone, leaving only a deep ache between my thighs and a raw pull where his mouth bruised my neck. Not only where the bite is. He left purple marks blooming all over me.
The air itself remembers him. Smoke and iron mixed with cedar, threaded through with something primal and entirely Ronan. It's embedded in every surface, every fiber, every inch of me. I can still taste the ghost of him when my tongue darts out.
My stomach twists. Fury claws up my chest before I can stop it. Fury and something worse. Fear. Disgust. Craving.
He broke me.
I wanted it.
I can’t stay here.
I push upright, gasping as my muscles protest. Every movement hurts in ways that make me
