Iris's POV

I woke already aching.

The sheets stuck to the sweat on my back and between my breasts. Every small shift sent bright sparks through the bites on my neck, my shoulders, the soft insides of my thighs. When I lifted a hand to push hair out of my face, tiny pieces of bark and dried leaf flaked onto the pillow. The forest was still on me,dirt under my nails, the raw scrape of tree bark across my palms, the deep throb of every place his teeth had broken skin. My cunt clenched around nothing and a slow, warm trickle of old come leaked out of me onto the...