LisaTime blurred together until I could no longer tell when night ended and morning began. I lost count of how many times Cameron and I had sex, how many times I begged him to fill me, and how many times his knot locked us together. The only thing that existed was the relentless need and the way he answered it over and over until my body finally began to settle.Four days passed like that, nothing but sex, sleep, food, and more sex. When the fever finally broke for good, exhaustion settled deep into my bones and the emotional crash followed almost immediately.I needed reassurance. I wanted Cameron to hold me and tell me I mattered, that the last four days meant something beyond heat and biology.Instead, he began pulling away.“You should be pregnant,” he said. “I released inside you during your most fertile window multiple times. If you’re not pregnant after this, then something is genuinely wrong.”“You don’t have to be cruel about it,” I said quietly.He turned toward me. “I’m not
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