Ava’s POV The first thing I became aware of was his warmth. It was a heavy, inescapable heat, not comforting, but suffocating. His arm was draped possessively over my waist, a crushing weight that pinned me to the mattress, his breath hot and even against the back of my neck. The faint scent of him—musk, a hint of something clean, and the lingering, primal smell of our entwined bodies—filled my senses, pulling me back to the raw, visceral memories of the night. For a moment, I lay there, eyes open, staring at the faint, grey light creeping tentatively through the heavy curtains. The world outside the oppressive silence of the room was beginning to stir, but for me, time felt suspended. And then, with a horrifying rush, everything came flooding back: the brutal intensity of his hands, his voice, rough and demanding, the terrifying way he’d claimed me over and over, like I was nothing more than property, a body to be taken, a will to be broken. The raw, searing pain of his possession
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-07-18
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