Matilda's pov

There would be no sleep.

Lying on my side, I saw the firelight's play as it colored the stone ceiling. I could sense it every time I closed my eyes. His hand pressing down on my wrist. His mouth pressed firmly against me. The heat that had grown inside my breast was spreading like water throughout my body.

I felt guilty for remembering. I wanted it back, which made me hate myself even more.

My lips were sore and swollen, and his touch made them feel as if they were ...