Scarlet’s POV
I wanted to say something—anything—to break the charged silence between us, but my lips trembled uncontrollably, as if I'd been stranded in a biting winter storm for days on end. The words caught in my throat, dissolving into nothing but shaky breaths. He watched me struggle, his eyes gleaming with that predatory amusement, and a slow, confident smile spread across his face. It wasn't mocking; it fueled his arrogance, made him stand taller, his broad shoulders rolling back as he savored my vulnerability.
There I lay, sprawled out like a woman utterly spent, my body quivering from the aftershocks of whatever storm he'd unleashed inside me. It had been years since anyone had dragged such raw, electric pleasure from my core, leaving me boneless and exposed on this sturdy woode
