83. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. Three days. It had been three days since that horrible, life-altering night, and yet, I was still crashing. My body betrayed me in the worst way possible, it ached, it craved, it needed. Every inch of me was alive with desire, a maddening, relentless ache that refused to subside. I hated it. I hated him. I hated this. But no matter how hard I tried to push it aside, the phantom touch of Zeke lingered on my skin, as if he had branded me. My mind didn’t remember every detail of that night, but my body, oh, my body did. My pussy remembered each stroke, each thrust, and it screamed for more. The frustration was unbearable. The heat between my legs was a constant reminder of what I needed, what I hated to admit I wanted. It felt like I was stranded on a deserted Earth with no man but Zeke. And as much as my mind painted him as the last person I would ever surrender to again but my body told a different, traitorous story. As dawn turned into dusk, and the night crept into my roo