CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Winter had fallen asleep finally, and Satchel lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. She stirred as he laid her down on the bed. “Stay with me,” she whispered pulling his lips down to hers. “Make love to me, Satchel…”
They undressed each other slowly, taking their time, kissing, caressing each other’s skin. Satchel gazed down at her as he entered her and began to move. “You are my everything now, Winter.”
“And you, mine,” she said simply. She tightened her thighs around his waist as he began to thrust, her body filling with desperately needed endorphins as they made love. Despite this, she couldn’t reach her peak, too disturbed by events and afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, quietly talking.
Satchel pressed his lips to her forehead. “I feel as if I’
