I had fallen asleep somewhere between orgasm twenty-four and twenty-five. My eyes fluttered open, and I pulled the blankets further up my naked body. All I remember was the constant shift between pleasure and pain.
My c**t was swollen. My n*****s were stinging. My p***y was raw. And my throat was beyond sore from screaming his name all night long.
After rolling onto my side and curling into a ball, I rubbed the rope burn on my wrists, hoping that the pain would vanish. His minty scent lingered on his pillow, and I inhaled deeply and sighed, my mind numb. It was so damn comforting, but I couldn’t understand how it could comfort me after that torture last night.
I took a deep breath and frowned. In a few short days, I would be leaving his pack for good. I wouldn’t be able to wake up with
