CHAPTER 4
HILDA
I woke up first, body heavy and deliciously sore in places I didn’t even know could ache like this. My thighs stuck together where Jayden’s c*m had dried overnight, skin tacky and marked with faint bruises from his grip, his teeth, his everything. Blankets tangled around our legs, pillows flattened under my head, and his arm still slung heavy across my waist like he’d claimed me even in sleep.
I shifted just a little and winced—good wince, the kind that made heat bloom low in my belly all over again remembering how deep he’d been, how slow, how he’d held my throat and stared into my eyes while he filled me up twice more before we passed out. My core clenched at the memory, fresh slick mixing with the mess already there. God, I was wrecked. And grinning like an absolute i
