Jimmie’s POV
The moonlight poured in, soft and silver, the only source of light in Devon’s sculpted glass bedroom. It touched every edge of the room, like it had a purpose, like it knew this was a sacred place. Our sacred place.
I lay there, completely bare, my body moulded against Devon’s chest, still, quiet, and warm beneath me. His skin was soft but firm, a contradiction in every beautiful way. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear, grounding me.
I exhaled slowly, my fingers tracing lazy, tender circles around the lines and curves of his naked body beneath mine. Every ridge, every scar, every inch of him... I wanted to memorise it all.
My body still ached from what we’d just shared— my entrance sore, used, and completely satisfied. A blush rose hot in my cheek
