The hot water hit my skin, rolling down in soothing rivulets with steam swirling around me. I leaned against the marble of the shower wall, my fingers ghosting over the faint indentation on my neck—the mark Axel had left.
I should have been furious. I should have been disgusted, or at the very least, disturbed. Who sneaks into someone's room in the dead of night and bites them? Who does that?
Apparently, Axel.
And the worst part?
I had liked it.
A shudder ran through me—not from the heat of the water, but from the memory of his lips against my skin, the way his mouth had latched onto me like he had every right to be there.
It had been intoxicating. It had been a collision of pain and pleasure so sharp – so dizzying, that I hadn't even wanted to pull away.
I had never felt anything like it before.
And now… this beautiful morning, I felt better.
Not just a little better, either—I felt amazing.
