Waking up, I stretched my body against the hardness of Paul’s frame. He’s holding me tight against him, his grip tightening as I squirm and flex my sore muscles.
I feel heavier and lighter all at the same time. My limbs are heavy from exhaustion, my core sore from the pounding it took all night, but my head and chest feel lighter.
I didn’t know s*x would be like that. I didn’t know I would feel so content and fulfilled. I could feel Paul’s overwhelming love for me, his need for me through the bond. It’s all consuming.
I traced my fingers through the shadow of stubble on his face. The roughness tickles the pads of my fingers. As I’m tracing around his lips, they suddenly move and Paul catches my finger lightly in his teeth. I giggle at his playfulness.
“That’s the best sound to wake up
