LEANDER’S POV
The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. The heat and storm of passion had passed, leaving only the soft glow of moonlight spilling into the room and the weight of Kaia pressed against me. My princess, my mate, my Queen.
Her head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing slow, lazy lines over my skin as though she was learning me by touch alone.
And I—goddess help me—I could not stop staring at her.
Her hair spilled across my chest, her lips were still pink and swollen from our kisses, and her skin carried my mark. My mark. Even now, the sight of it filled me with something fierce, a mixture of pride and fear, love and possession.
I had marked her. And she had marked me.
The bond pulsed between us like a living thing, a connection that tied my soul to her
