CHAPTER 2
HILDA
His forehead remained pressed to mine, his breaths coming in harsh, uneven pulls as though he were fighting to keep himself leashed. Then his hands shifted, quick and impatient. My body clenched around emptiness, already aching for him again even though the aftershocks of my climax still rippled through me.
"Jayden," I began, my voice cracked and fragile.
"Shut up," he growled, like a switch was flipped.
"You really think I'm done with you after the way you soaked my fingers like a desperate little slut?"
My cheeks flamed, but my hips tilted toward him without permission, needy and unashamed.
He let out a dark, cruel laugh. "Yeah. That's exactly what I thought."
His hands were rough as they shoved my skirt higher, gathering the fabric around my waist until the cool
