“I start to vibrate with euphoria as he knots me again and we fall onto the bed, our bodies wrapped against each other, our breathing labored. “It feels different this time,” I say, and he nods, kissing my broken skin. “It feels right. You and me.” “Yes,” I say as my eyelids fall shut. The last thing I remember is him whispering something in my ear, words that are foreign to me. And it lulls me to sleep.”
Book:Pit Stop