ELLARIA.Arren stayed buried inside me, forehead pressed to the curve of my shoulder, his breath still coming too fast against my skin. My arms were locked around his back. My legs had gone loose around his hips. Every part of me felt open and trembling, the kind of deep, bone-level exhaustion that only came after being taken apart completely. The chemical heat was gone. What remained was worse in a quieter way—the full-body awareness of him, the slick mess between us, the way his weight pinned me to the mattress like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.Our chests heaved in uneven rhythm. His heart hammered against mine. I could feel the aftershocks still flickering through him in small, involuntary twitches where we were joined.The room smelled like sex and sweat and the faint trace of whatever had been in that drink. Outside, the motel was quiet.Inside this room though, the only sound was the rough pull of our lungs trying to remember how to work properly again.Arren
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