Sky lay on her side, eyes open, staring at nothing.
Her body hurt in places she didn’t know could ache. Her legs throbbed. Her cunt was still raw from the way he’d used her.
Her throat stung from sobbing and moaning until the two were indistinguishable. But it wasn’t the pain that made her still. It wasn’t the soreness.
It was what came after.
The way he looked at her when he came.
The way she looked at herself on the screen.
The way she whispered her safe word and he worshipped her for it.
Her heart hadn’t stopped racing.
The bed dipped behind her as Xavier shifted. His hand slid up her side slowly, fingers brushing over her bruised ribs like he was touching an instrument, like she was some broken violin only he could play.
“You awake,” he murmured, voice gravel..thick with slee
