Raven's POV
There was a thin patch of grass beneath me, but it did little to soften the cruel bite of sticks and scattered stones pressing into my back. Every sharp edge seemed determined to remind me of what had just happened, grounding me in a reality I wished I could escape. For a moment, I lay there unmoving, my body too weak to rise, my limbs heavy as though they no longer belonged to me. My breath came slowly, unevenly, and I could still feel the lingering warmth he had left inside me—an intimate, undeniable reminder that seeped between my thighs and refused to be ignored.
With a shaky inhale, I forced myself to move.
