Violet's fingers trembled slightly as they ran over the bite at the back of her neck, her heart pounding as the memories of the night before came rushing back. Her body still remembered it all—every touch, every sensation, every overwhelming moment. And worst of all, she recalled how Cain had…
Her legs snapped shut instinctively.
"Fuck!" she yelled, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and horror.
The panic only grew as she became aware of the fact that her body had been cleaned—there was no sweat or grime on her skin, and the sheets were fresh. But none of that mattered compared to the more pressing concern clawing at her mind.
What if she was pregnant?
Her stomach twisted at the thought, her breath coming faster, her hands gripping the sheets as the possibility settled in.
Before she could spiral further, the door opened.
Her head whipped to the side as Cain stepped in, a tray in his hands.
