The cave was quiet now, the violent howling of the sandstorm replaced by a low, rhythmic whistle of wind through the stone crevices. The air inside was heavy, smelling of sweat, musk, and the cooling dust of the Arizona floor.
Bella lay draped across Nuel’s chest, her skin still humming from the electricity of the last few hours.
Her lungs felt tight, her heart refusing to return to its steady, cynical pace. She shifted, her limbs feeling like lead.
"I’m tired," she whispered into the crook of his neck, the admission feeling heavier than any rock she’d climbed. "I need to... I need to catch my breath. Everything feels like I had been run over by a speeding trailer and my p***y hurts."
Nuel didn’t pull away. Instead, he adjusted his position against the cave wall, his powerful arm tight
