Chapter 84: The Strongest Method
Savannah
I woke slow. Heavy-limbed, like someone had wrung me out and left me there, limp and useless. The sheets clung to me, damp against my skin, and every small shift reminded me of what we’d done.
My thighs brushed together and I hissed softly, biting down on my lip. God. It was tender. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. There was this deep, pulsing soreness in my belly, the kind that made me tremble if I tried to stretch too far. Even the faintest drag of fabric against my clit made me shudder like my nerves had been rewired.
I flopped an arm over my face, groaning into the crook of my elbow. Utterly wrecked. That’s what he’d done to me. Left me raw, sore, and ruined in the most shameless way possible. Just with his mouth and
