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Shadows of the Morning

ผู้เขียน: Ricky_writes
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-09-20 04:27:51

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Maya’s POV

The sunlight was soft when it touched my face, but my body felt anything but calm.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, the quiet of the room almost unbearable. I hated mornings like this. When the dreams lingered too closely to reality. When I woke with my body aching as if someone had set a match to my skin.

And of course, it was him.

Alvarez.

I could still feel him in the dream. His hands are gripping me. His mouth hovered just close enough to undo me. His eyes, dark and demanding, were swallowing me whole.

I pressed my thighs together under the blanket, my chest rising and falling too quickly. I shouldn’t think of him like this. Not after everything. Not after what he had done. But the harder I tried to push him away, the sharper the images returned.

His voice told me I was his.

The weight of his body is pinning mine.

The cruel way he made me want him even when I hated him.

A soft whimper slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My
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  • You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us   The Whispers of His Hand

    Chapter Thirty FiveMaya’s POVThe chamber was too still, too quiet, as though the night itself had withdrawn and left me to face the weight of my own longing.The moonlight poured thin and silver through the high window, pooling across the sheets tangled around my legs. I lay there, restless, my body betraying me with every breath, every pulse that beat low and heavy between my thighs.I told myself to sleep, but sleep would not come.Not when his name was carved into every thought. Not when the memory of his touch burned across my skin like an unhealed wound.Ethan.The sound slipped from my lips in a whisper, fragile and desperate. It was a confession to the dark, a surrender.And then, in the silence, I heard him.Not with my ears, but in the deep place where he always lived, in the coil of my hunger, in the fire of my need. His voice curled inside me like smoke, low and steady, velvet wrapped in command.Spread your thighs for me, Maya.My breath caught. My hand moved, slow, hes

  • You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us   The Weight of Morning

    Chapter Thirty FourMaya’s POVThe world outside had started to wake, but in here, it felt like time was holding its breath.Ethan’s body pressed into mine, his chest rising and falling against me. His lips brushed lazily along my collarbone, soft now, no longer frantic, as though he was trying to soothe the storm he had unleashed inside both of us.I lay there, tangled in sheets and in him, my body still trembling with aftershocks I could not hide. My thighs ached from how he had claimed me, from the relentless rhythm that had pushed me past the edge again and again.The air was heavy with the scent of us. Sweat. Salt. The faint musk of his release tangled with mine. It clung to my skin, my hair, and the crumpled sheets beneath me.I closed my eyes, and the memories surged back, vivid and raw.His mouth on me, hot and desperate, pulling shameless cries from my lips. The scrape of his stubble against the soft inside of my thighs as he held me open, refusing to let me escape the plea

  • You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us   Lost in Him

    Chapter Thirty ThreeMaya’s POVHis weight pressed against me, his breath uneven as his lips hovered over mine.The room was quiet except for the storm we had made together, our ragged breaths colliding, the pounding of his heart against my chest.I felt the tremble in his hands, the way his body shook even as he tried to steady himself.He wasn’t untouched by this.He wasn’t immune.He was breaking just like I was.And knowing that made me want him more.My fingers slipped beneath his shirt, palms sliding up over hot skin.His stomach tightened under my touch, every muscle twitching as though I had burned him.I traced higher, over his ribs, to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.“You shouldn’t…” he whispered against my lips, but his body betrayed him.His hips pressed closer, his chest heaving like he was already too far gone.“Then stop me,” I breathed, my eyes locking on his.He didn’t.His mouth crushed mine again, deeper, hungrier.His hand slid higher beneath my shirt, cupping

  • You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us   The Morning After

    Chapter Thirty Two Maya’s POV The night felt endless, each second stretching and folding into the next until exhaustion finally dragged me under. Ethan’s warmth lingered against me, a steady weight that kept my restless thoughts from tearing me apart. When I opened my eyes, morning light had already spilt across the room. It painted the walls in pale gold, soft enough to make me believe for a fleeting moment that everything outside these four walls didn’t exist. I shifted, careful not to wake him, and found myself studying him instead. Ethan was still asleep, his face relaxed, his lips parted slightly as he breathed. The sight made my chest ache in ways I wasn’t prepared for. He looked so unguarded, so human. Nothing like the watchful protector he tried to be when his eyes were open. I swallowed hard, torn between guilt and a quiet, dangerous longing. My hand twitched against the sheets, the urge to reach out and touch him almost unbearable. To trace the curve of his jaw.

  • You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us   A Fragile Shelter

    Chapter Thirty One Maya’s POV The room was still, yet I could not quiet the storm inside me. Ethan’s voice echoed in my head, low and steady, as if he had carved himself into the walls of my thoughts. You’re not alone, Maya. Those words should have comforted me. Instead, they left a bruise across my chest, tender and pulsing, because for the first time in so long I wanted to believe them. I wanted to fall into the safety of them, let them wrap around me like a blanket. But safety had always been an illusion in my world. I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs pulled up, my arms wrapped around myself. The glow from the streetlights slipped through the curtains, pale strips of light painting the floor. I could almost see Ethan’s outline in the shadows if I stared long enough. His tall frame. The quiet strength in the way he stood. The steady calm he carried that I pretended I didn’t crave. I pressed my forehead against my knees and groaned. “Why him?” I whispered into the fabric of

  • You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us   The Ghost in My Bed

    Chapter ThirtyMaya’s POVI couldn’t sleep.My body still ached from the way I had touched myself, from the images of Alvarez that had twisted and poisoned my mind.Guilt crawled under my skin, hot and unbearable, but the hunger had been stronger. I hated myself for giving in, for lying in my bed with trembling fingers, whispering his name as if I still belonged to him.The room smelled faintly of sweat and shame.My sheets clung to me, tangled and damp, sticking to the curve of my thighs. I turned on my side, then on my back, restless, my chest rising too fast as if I had run a race I could never win.I pressed my palms against my face.Why do I always fall apart when it comes to him?The clock on my nightstand glowed past three.The silence around me was loud, the kind of silence that made your thoughts turn cruel.I could still feel the ghost of Alvarez’s hands, though he was nowhere near. It was wrong, it was sick, and yet my body betrayed me again and again.Tears stung my eyes.

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