The first thing Sasha noticed was the ache.
A dull, throbbing ache between her thighs, like her body was still trembling from everything he did to her. Her legs were tangled in silk sheets, her skin bare, sticky with sweat and heat.
Then the scent hit her him. Woodsmoke and sin, the thick musk of desire still clinging to the air.
She turned.
And there he was.
Xavier Blackwood. Naked. Peaceful. Disarmingly human in his sleep. No trace of the devil who’d ravaged her body hours ago.
Her breath hitched.
She remembered everything.
How his hands held her like she was something breakable... and then not. How he dipped her in that cold bathtub first, trying to cool the fire that bloomed under her skin a fire she couldn’t control. He hadn’t touched her then, only watched, jaw clenched, musc
