Her stomach tightened violently.
She could feel it—deep, deep inside her womb. His lingering presence. His marking scent. His heavy release still pooling in her depths. Her body was still overwhelmingly full. Still invaded.
"Hiekk—" Seleyena's breath caught sharply in her throat, her eyes wide, glassy, and utterly shattered.
For a long moment, she simply lay there, her soft body visibly trembling from the lingering, traumatic intensity of the night before.
Drip.
And a sound that was all it took to let her drown in sorrow.
A single teardrop fell against the pillows.
Big enough to show the crushing amount of physical and emotional pain she just felt now.
She could feel the hot wetness creeping down her pale cheeks, the tears finally breaking free from her tightly clenched, trembling eyelids.
Her bare chest heaved as the crushing weight of the situation suffocated her. The utter humiliation, the absolute violation, the stinging rawness of everything he had done to her.
