Claire woke slowly, cocooned in warmth and the steady rhythm of Xander’s heartbeat beneath her ear. Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of his bedroom, casting soft golden patterns across the rumpled sheets. Her body felt deliciously sore — a sweet ache that reminded her of every touch, every kiss, every moment they had shared the night before. She smiled against his chest, feeling safe, loved, and utterly content.
Xander was already awake, his strong arms wrapped possessively around her, one hand gently stroking her bare back. When he felt her stir, he tilted her chin up with a finger, emerald eyes soft with morning affection.
“Good morning, my beautiful mate,” he murmured, voice husky from sleep. He leaned down and kissed her — slow, deep, and full of quiet reverence. Claire m
