EMBER’S POV
The frame groans, metal buckling, my window shattering inward, and with the broken glass comes the full force of his scent, and the heat responds to it with a ferocity that breaks something inside me.
My core clenches so hard I gasp and wetness floods between my thighs and the ache that has been building all night blooms into something so consuming that my vision whites out at the edges.
My breasts are swollen and tender against the fabric of the dress and my skin is so sensitised that even Queenie’s arms around me feel like too much and not enough at the same time.
And the emptiness between my legs is a living thing now, a howling void demanding to be filled by hands and mouth and body.
I can feel every pulse of blood rushing south, can feel the slickness coating my inner
