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Nothing but pure sexual satisfaction.

But Declan isn’t done. He keeps on going, and already, I can feel another orgasm building, and when I finally hit that wave, I have to bite down so hard on my cheek to prevent myself from screaming his name.

Fuck.

The beast had needed to be scratched, I thought.

No, the beast needed to be fed.

And the food Declan gave her?

That poisoned fruit from the tree in Eden.

I’m a goner.

I’m so done.

CHAPTER20

When I wake the next morning, I’m groggy as fuck. I slept like the dead, and I don’t know where I am. There’s stickiness between my thighs, and there’s also a leg there.

A leg.

This isn’t my bed.

I’m still in Declan’s bed. His one arm is thrown over his face, but his other arm is loosely holding me, his hand near my hip.

Oh, shit, what the fuck did I do last night? I mean, I definitely wanted it then, but I can’t help feeling a bit… I’m filled with regret because how are things not going to be awkward as hell between us? I really didn’t think this through at all.

Declan stirs as I try to ease out from under his grasp.

“Brooke?” he murmurs, his tone husky and so fucking sexy. He’s half-asleep yet, but when I glance over at him over my shoulder, while his eyes are half-lidded, he clearly is thinking straight.

I don't think I am. Not yet, at least.

“Come back to bed,” he urges, his tone still alluring and desperate and making me just as desperate. I’m glad I’ve moved away from his legs because I don’t want to know if he’s hard again.

Or maybe I do…

“I should go,” I murmur. “I’ll see you.”

Like a coward, I dress as quickly as I can. I can’t find my thong, so I just leave without it, and I keep my head down as I rush to my dorm room. Dawn’s still asleep, and as quietly as I can, I grab some workout clothes and head to the bathroom. I jump in the shower, trying to wash away his touch but only turning myself on as I recall his hot mouth on my nipples through the lacy material, the feeling of his warm breath and teeth compared to the silky softness of the material making my nipples hard all over again, and washing between my legs is pure torture.

Once I'm washed, I dry off, change into workout clothes, and am out of there. I need to pump some iron and try to forget about what happened. Maybe Dawn will be up by now and will be willing to come with me.

But when I exit the bathroom, Dawn’s not sleeping anymore. She’s also not in the room.

Shit. I can’t pump iron now. I have classes, but one look at the time tells me I’m seriously late to the point of it not being worth it to attend now.

All right, gym time it is then.

I head to Fearless Fitness, wishing I felt fearless instead of… what? I wouldn’t say I feel afraid anymore, but there’s something clinging to me like a second shadow, a looming sense of dread, I think.

That second shoe is going to drop at any second.

I can just tell.

Or maybe it’s not a shoe at all but a lead ball.

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