My scream is guttural.
I clench around him so hard I feel the rip—tiny, beautiful, sharp.
This is what it feels like to die for someone.
He growls against my ear as I break:
“Now you can cum.”
And I do.
So hard I nearly black out.
So long I sob through it.
So deep it feels like my body isn’t mine anymore.
Because it isn’t.
It’s his.
And so is everything else.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
RAVEN
The world is quieter now.
Not safe. Not soft. Just… quieter.
Like the scream I let out when I gave him everything, is still ringing through my bones, and everything after is silence.
I wake slowly.
Heavy-limbed. Tender.
Marked in every place a girl can be marked—bite, bruise, blade, brand.
My thighs stick together when I move.
I feel the dried blood crack.
Feel the soreness bloom like a second skin.
Feel the weight at my throat before I even open my eyes.
A collar.
Thick. Leather. Buckled tight.
A silver D-ring rests over my pulse, still fluttering like a moth caught in the ribcage and I don’t reach for it.
I don’t panic because I know whose it is and I know why it’s there.
I gave it to him.
My soul.
