Chapter 82

Kara

I'm exhausted. Sore. Covered in fluids I don't want to think about.

And I've never felt more alive.

But when Asher positions me on top of him—straddling his hips, my hands on his chest—I panic.

"I don't—I can't—"

"You can." His hands grip my hips. Not moving me. Just holding. "You're going...