Chapter 62
The air in the room was thick with the scent of us—wolf musk, sweat, and the sweet, lingering taste of satisfaction. My skin still buzzed from every place his hands had claimed me, from every kiss that had left me trembling, and yet I couldn’t pull myself away from him. Dastien lay half on his side, half on me, his chest pressed to my shoulder, his leg tangled with mine, his hand splayed across my stomach as if to remind me that I was his. His breathing was heavy, his heartbeat steady, but when I turned my head, his amber eyes weren’t closed. They were wide open, glowing faintly in the dark, fixed on me. “What?” I whispered, almost self-conscious under that gaze. “Nothing,” he murmured, his voice still gravelly from the roughness of before. “Just… memorizing you.” My cheeks heated. “Th
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