Hailey’s POV
The air in the room was thick with our mingled sweat, the sharp musk of s*x, the faint sweet smell of coconut oil, and something darker, earthier, that was purely him.
Every inhale pulled him deeper into my lungs like I was drowning in Roy and never wanted to surface.
His deep voice still burned in my ears when his mouth crashed back onto mine. This kiss tasted of salt and desperation, teeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and wet. I could feel the tremor in his jaw, the way his breath hitched every time our lips parted just enough for me to taste the faint coffee bitterness that always clung to him.
He shoved me flat on my back with one brutal palm to my chest. The impact jolted through me, ribs compressing, lungs squeezing out a sharp gasp that tasted like him.
My wrists
