ANGELICA POV
I woke up with my face smushed against Killian’s chest, his arm heavy around my waist like he’d chained me to him in his sleep. My thighs were sore, hips aching, every muscle humming with a dull satisfaction that made me want to stretch and groan at the same time. We’d gone again and again. Until I forgot my own damn name. Until Hella, finally stopped growling for more.
He was still asleep, the beast.
He was one for sure, a relentless one.
Chest rising and falling like he hadn’t spent the last—I don’t even know how many—hours wrecking me. I could still taste him in my mouth. Feel the sting of his mark on my neck. I reached up, brushed my fingers over it. Warm, still a little tender. Mine. I was his. And he was mine.
We’d stopped only once. Midday, maybe? I wasn’t keeping
