27

~Vaela

I stare up at the ceiling, my mind entirely numb.

“That was…” I draw off.

Hale leans on his side, looking over me. “Intense?”

“Yeah, yeah it was,” I breathe. My body is still reeling, struggling to piece together the state it was in before Hale thoroughly wrecked it.

He did it so effortlessly too, stoic and unbothered the entire day. He’s thought about this, I can tell. I’m not sure for how long, but he’s considered what he would do to me the moment I came to want him.

“I know," he murmurs.

“That’s why you made me wait?” I sweep my hair back through my sweaty hair, noting the devious glint in his eyes.

“Worth it?”

I nod numbly. “I think so.”

“Good girl.”

“If you can do that with just your fingers on just the outside of my clothes…” I break off, unsure if I can even conceptualise such a situation. Not once did our skin brush, yet that was an overwhelming experience.

His jaw clenches slightly, and he looks down to where my fingers fidget with the edge of the sheet. “Let’s hope yo