***Black POV***
Black was utterly content, lying on his massive bed. Rose's body was wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest. With his nose buried in her hair, he inhaled her scent. It traveled through his body, bringing him peace. It was still very early days, but Black knew he would cherish Rose for as long as he had breath in his body. Who knew, maybe even after death. Black was not particularly religious, even though his community was built around the teachings of the moon goddess. But now he had found Rose, his fated mate, he was willing to revisit his ideas on religion.
'What has your mind whirling, my love?' There was a new lightness to Rose's voice.
'Oh just this and that. Nothing of great significance, love.' Black spoke into Rose's hair, his nose still pressed to he
