Chapter Sixty-Six
When the sun stretches its rays over the sea, she stirs in my arms in the beginning of a nightmare but it doesn’t take much to calm her.
I run my hand along the slope of her back, admiring her smoothness, grateful for having her safe and sound here with me. A broken arm and a cut on her shoulder are enough to make me see red but from what she told the sheriff in the hospital, it could have been worse, much worse.
I feel a carnal urge to mate, to please her.
But above that a new melody sings, one I recognize as ancient—the desire to care for her. To nourish her, body and soul. I ignore the demands of my body to let her sleep and rest.
But I can’t avoid the groan that leaves my lips when her body turns over and her full breasts press against my arm and her soft thigh b
