The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 214

Margot’s POV

Pain.

That was the first thing I felt.

A slow, burning ache between my legs that made me groan softly as consciousness pulled me back in to the real world.

My brows knitted together as I shifted slightly beneath the sheets, my body protesting in ways it never had before.

Oh…

Oh.

Memory hit me all at once.

Last night.

With Coban…

My cheeks flushed instantly, heat blooming across my face as I blinked my eyes open, dragging a hand over them as if that would somehow calm the rush of thoughts flooding in.

I turned my head slightly to find that the space beside me was empty. But the sound of the shower running quickly filled the room, as I figured that was obviously where he’d gone.

I exhaled slowly, sinking back into the pillow for second as everything replayed back in my mind.

Every touch.

Every tender moment.

The way he’d been with me…

So careful at first.

So controlled.

Even when I could feel how much he wanted me.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly going dry.

It had hurt, more than what I’d expected, but then…

It hadn’t.

It had changed and shifted into something else entirely. Something I hadn’t known was even possible to feel until him.

My cheeks burned hotter at the memory, my fingers curling slightly into the sheet.

Every way he’d touched me…

Every way he’d learned me….

God!

What had come over me? When did I become like this?!

I’d never felt ready for anything like that before… never felt such a surge to want and need somebody….

But with him? It hadn’t exactly felt like a choice to begin with.

It had felt almost… inevitable.

Like something that had been building between us from the very beginning and had finally snapped into place.

A bond.

A claim.

A decision.

A couple?

The word echoed in my head, making my chest tighten slightly.

Even after everything.

After all of the chaos.

After the way he’d pushed me away… and then pulled me back in twice as hard.

And yet…

Here I was.

Completely wrapped up in him and needing for him to want me just as bad as I wanted him this entire time… and now, he finally does.

I was completely lost in whatever this whirlwind between us was and I didn’t even want to find my way out of it anymore…

The shower cut off suddenly, pulling me away from my thoughts.

I blinked, pushing myself up slowly into a sitting position, the blanket pooling around my waist…

And that’s when it hit me.

I was completely butt ass naked!

My eyes widened slightly, a sudden wave of shyness washing over me as I quickly grabbed the blanket, pulling it back up to cover my chest.

Ridiculous to even feel embarrassed after everything he’d now seen of me.

After everything he’d done.

And yet…

I still felt shy! Still felt… exposed.

“Bella?” His voice came from behind the bathroom door, low and rough from the morning. “I can hear you moving around…”

My mouth opened.

Then closed.

God, why was I suddenly nervous and unable to form a sentence?!

“I… yeah… I’m awake,” I managed, my voice quieter than I meant for it to be.

Almost… mouse-like.

“Two minutes…” he called back.

But before I could even process that, the shower turned on again briefly.

Then, the door unlocked and opened.

And he stepped out.

Completely bare himself.

My breath caught seeing all of him in the daylight.

Every thick inch…

My eyes widened slightly before I instinctively squinted, my brain struggling to reconcile one very clear thought…

How the hell had that even fit last night?!

Heat flooded to my face instantly as I looked away, gripping the blanket tighter around myself.

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