🦋ALTHEA
The empty space beside me in the bed should not have made my heart clenched. Yet, the bond had no care for logic.
Our sex was nothing but a transaction. WE gave our bodies what they craved. Still, the phantom weight of his body yielding into me still made a pleasurable shiver run down my spine.
Transactions didn't leave you feeling like your soul had been rearranged.
Helpless.
That was what I was in the face of this bond of ours. It gave not one darn about the implications of what it all meant. It just wanted and craved, it hungered and I had no choice but to oblige.
Even if my obliging carved ecstasy into every fibre of my being.
My body felt heavy, uncurled, and utterly spent—like a bowstring that had been snapped after years of being pulled too tight.
The fever of the heat had broken, replaced by a low, humming glow that radiated from the mark on my neck to the tips of my toes.
