Chapter 16: Musty, Musky, Mine
Zayela woke with a sharp inhale, dragging air past dry lips and stuck in the back of her throat.
Her jaw felt slack, drool clung to the corner of her mouth, warm then cold, and she wiped it with the back of her hand.
Her body... felt strange.
Not sore. Not tight. But aware.
She blinked hard, heartbeat kicking into a light trot, and pulled the thin blanket off her chest.
Still clothed.
Still covered, mostly. The old crop wrap still clung to her like second skin, the neck stretched loose, one shoulder nearly exposed. Her thighs stuck together faintly from dried sweat.
The faint scent of massage oil still clung to her skin, her back slick, her ribs faintly tacky beneath her top.
She ran a hand down her stomach.
No marks. No bruises. No shifts.
Her breath caught again.
He didn’t...