Sade's POV
Warmth. The first thing I registered was warmth. A steady, solid heat pressed against my back, arms like iron bands wrapped around me, holding me close. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest matched the deep, slow breaths ghosting against the back of my neck.
Adamo.
The memories of yesterday flooded in—his touch, his mouth, the way he had completely unraveled me. My body ached in places I hadn’t felt in years, a delicious soreness that spoke to just how relentless he had been. There was no escaping it. Even now, as I lay in his arms, I could still feel the imprint of his possession on my skin.
I bit my lip, attempting to shift without waking him. His arm tightened immediately, like his subconscious refused to let me go. A low groan rumbled from his throat, the sound sendin
