ALARIC POV
She was gone.
Shattered open under me, breath hitching in broken rhythms, chest rising and falling too fast, like she couldn’t quite catch up with her own body anymore.
And f**k—
The sight of her like that did something violent to me.
Because I did that. I’d ruined her like that.
I wanted her to feel me between her thighs every time she would take a step for an entire week.
I wanted to erase the memory of any man who had her before. And I know I was being stupid, selfish, and borderline sick, but I couldn’t stop the feral, primal need to brand as mine every single inch of her.
Not just her body.
She was f*****g gorgeous like that.
Her lips were swollen, parted just enough that every shaky breath slipped through them like a confession. Her cheeks flushed that deep, rosy
