She looked divine.
Julian let out a low chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "She literally sucked my soul," he murmured. "Fuckin' hell."
He leaned back against the wall, still gathering himself from the haze of the sleep.
"I've slept with plenty of women before," he whispered, half in awe, half in defeat. "But only a few ever got close to what she did to me last night. And none of them… none were an animal like that."
He swallowed hard, the memories still playing in the back of his mind.
"She used me. Devoured me. Like I was the sacrifice."
He glanced at her again, noting how peacefully she slept—as if she were not the animal haunting his dreams.
Julian, meanwhile, felt like he had aged ten years and been reborn all at once. "Yeah," he whispered. "I'm in trouble."
