Cecilia POV
I am just unsure when the rain finally stopped.
My chest was released, and my waist was held straight by someone. I was in a sorry state, with my bra still on, pressing against my rib cage.
The shoulder straps hung on my elbows, leaving handprints on my breasts, red marks from kisses.
My nipples stood high, swollen, drooping with unshed silver threads—a broken and beautiful feeling after being ravaged.
And Karl. His black hair was messy and standing upright from my scratching, with a blood mark on his temple from my fingernails.
The lip I had bitten earlier now had beads of blood forming from sucking my nipples too forcefully.
Karl didn't mind at all. With his messy face, he continued to hold me, examining me, his eyelids lowered, unruly and carefree.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
My nose and cheeks were red, my eyelashes damp from tears that kept flowing, my hair sticking to my face, pitiful yet moving.
