His touch was imprinted on her skin. The evidence of the lovebites he had spent his time planting across her flesh on every inch of her body was a clear giveaway. The smell of his body was encased in her mind. He was undoubtedly a drug. One that rested in her system with enough power to leave her suffice and still wanting more. She was torn- but didn't regret a single moment from the night they shared. Images of him thrusting into her flashed in her mind.