Chapter 144

  I struggle with my mind, my biggest nemesis, unaware that my body is responding to the doubts pushing to the forefront and pulling away from him. Reality claws at me like a ravaged animal, trying to force my mind back to attention. Terror takes hold, and I know I’m losing the battle with myself.

  “Stop over thinking, Emma,” he grunts into my ear hoarsely, his breath running over my throat; he kisses my naked shoulder, biting, nipping. I turn my face to his and breathe him in, nuzzling his hair and trying to get back to the lost abandon of moments ago, to get immersed in how good this feels. How good he feels. Desperate to join him again.