Chapter 12 The Escape

• The cabin was dark, and the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.
• Paxton was beside me, his body still tangled with mine, breathing in slow, deep waves of exhaustion. His arm draped over my waist, the weight of it felt like a shackle. My skin was slick with the aftermath, still raw from where his fingers had dug into my hips, his teeth grazing that damn mark on my neck.
• I should have felt something—a sense of belonging, maybe, like the mark was supposed to give me. Like being bound to him, feeling him so deep inside me, was supposed to fix all the broken pieces inside me. But it hadn’t.