Rain.
Rhysand fills me completely, stretching me in that way only he can, like he’s claiming every inch of my soul with a single, brutal thrust.
This isn’t why I came here. But the minute I stepped foot inside, I knew I was a goner.
I gasp, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as he drives deep, our bodies slamming together in a rhythm that’s equal parts punishment and salvation.
It’s been days since he’s been inside me, but it feels like a lifetime. His weight pins me to the mattress, heavy and perfect, his breath hot and ragged against my neck as he growls my name like a curse and a prayer.
“Rain… f**k, you feel so good.” His voice is raw, broken, laced with the anger we haven’t resolved and the fear he’ll never admit.
One hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise,
