I woke up alone.
Again.
The bite mark on my neck throbbed like a heartbeat. I pressed my fingers to it and winced. The skin was still tender, still marked with his teeth.
But Axel was gone. Just like last time. And the time before that.
"Seriously?" I muttered to the empty room.
Anger flared in my chest. Hot and sharp. Why did he keep doing this? Why did he always leave me after we...
I sat up and immediately regretted it. My body ached in places that reminded me of exactly what we'd done on this floor last night.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
God, the things I'd said to him, again and again. The things I'd begged for.
"Bite me," I whispered, copying my own voice from last night. "Please, I need it."
I buried my face in my hands. What in the carnation was wrong with me?
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