CHAPTER 21. WHO WAS HE?
ELODIE’S POV
He begins to move faster—pounding, slamming—each thrust a violent rhythm that consumes me whole. The darkness wraps around us, swallowing the air, the walls, even the reason in my head. It feels like my soul is being dragged out of my body, ripped between pain and beauty, between fear and an ecstasy so sharp it borders on annihilation.
It’s too much. Too hard. Too deep. Too everything.
I can barely think; my senses collapse into one frantic blur. He grips me tight—possessive, fevered—as if I am his most precious belonging. His hand seizes my ass, forcing my back into an impossible arch, my palms braced against his shoulder just to keep from falling apart.
He slams into me, over and over, merciless. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh—smack, smack
