By the time the rain slowed to a steady murmur against the windows, Bane was already asleep behind me, deep, untroubled breaths that edged into soft snores every few cycles. The sound should have grated. It didn’t. It was infuriatingly human. Proof that the monster who’d just c*m down my throat and promised to breed me tomorrow could still switch off like any other man.
His arm lay heavy across my waist, possessive even in sleep as if I could run away from him. His chest pressed to my back, heat bleeding through every point of contact. And lower, God, lower, he was still brutally hard. The thick length of him lay trapped between us, hot and heavy against the cheeks of my ass. With every slow breath he took, it shifted just enough for the swollen head to drag lazily along my skin, catchin
