Deep Inside
Trigger Warnings: Explicit content, grief, emotional vulnerability, past stalking, dominant/submissive dynamics
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The rain had stopped, but the air inside the house was thick. Heavy with what had happened between them, and what hadn’t yet been said.
Vesper lay on her side, the leather couch sticking to her skin in places. Her thighs ached. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her neck marked by his mouth. Her body buzzed with the memory of him inside her—his cock, his voice, the brutal, raw way he’d taken her.