Olivia’s POV
The poison was still flowing into her body at first, sending a slow, burning ache threading through my veins like liquid fire, making every breath feel borrowed. But Benjamin’s mouth on mine, his body pinning me to the mattress again, chased it away stroke by stroke.
We hadn’t stopped.
After the first brutal claiming of him flipping me onto my stomach, feeling a tight knot swelling but never quite locking, filling me until I sobbed his name against my will...
He’d pulled out only long enough to turn me over, to look into my eyes like he was memorizing every flicker of surrender. Then he was back inside me, slower this time, deeper, like he was trying to crawl under my skin and stay there.
I arched beneath him, legs wrapped high around his waist, heels digging into the sma
