Elise was still in the bathroom when she heard the door creak open. With Rygan staring calmly at her, he looked like he hadn’t slept for days, his eyes cast with paranoia, cautious not to say the wrong thing and ruin everything.
“Um, hey, are you okay?” He muttered, staring and studying her body. Elise was naked, with rough hand marks courtesy of Rygan’s feral lust, it made him recall how much she moaned and writhed under him when she climaxed, and how he f****d and filled her for days.
Elise pushed her hair till it fell over her chest and nape before she spoke.“You left hickeys—a lot of them,” she murmured, checking her littered body. “I need to take a shower.”
“We need to talk,” he said to Elise. She froze at the seriousness of his tone, swallowing a breath before turning her fully n
