He shot upright. I blinked, my mind still reeling from the daze I was in.
We lay tangled. Our bodies were slick with sweat. Pain flared when I shifted.
He grunted and groaned. "Damn. Don't move."
He braced himself at my shoulder and across my ribs. My body felt swollen, every nerve on fire as he drew back. Pain lanced through my hips with each inch he freed. He paused when I cried out and grabbed his forearm.
This pain was far more than simple soreness. Each pulse echoed the hours he'd spent inside me, carving his claim into every fiber. I carried him in my bones.
He exhaled hard. "s**t. That's intense."
He fumbled for his phone with his arm still locked around my waist like I might vanish. He stared at the screen. He grunted, and I flinched from the muscles shifting inside us both.
