Evaline:
I lay there, trembling, every muscle in my body aching from the intensity of what they had put me through. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.
Someone finally freed my wrists, but they felt heavy, useless, like they belonged to someone else. The blindfold was gone too seconds later, but my eyes remained closed, refusing to meet theirs.
I could still feel them on me - warm hands smoothing over my belly, fingers ghosting over my hips, lips pressing kisses over the marks they had left on my skin. My body was humming with aftershocks, my thighs felt weak, and my core was still pulsing faintly from the last wave they had dragged me into. Yet I didn't give them a word. Not even a sigh in response.
I was mad.
Or at least I wanted to be.
