Scarlett POV
His heart thundered beneath my ear, strong, rapid, a powerful drumbeat that matched the frantic rhythm of my own. Each heavy thud vibrated through my body, syncing with the drug-fueled heat raging inside me. His breathing was rough, ragged, hot puffs against my skin that made my n*****s tighten and painfully harden. The solid wall of his muscled chest rose and fell, radiating heat that seeped into my chilled, damp skin.
In that moment, the familiar weight of his body against mine made my stomach twist with nausea and bitter recognition.
For three long, humiliating years in this sham of a marriage, Jaxen had never once touched me like a mate. The only "intimacy" he ever demanded was when his wolf grew restless, or his c**k needed relief: my mouth on him, efficient and silent
