Good loving
The night had been a blur of desperation and want, grief and need twined so tightly that neither Ares nor Tessa could tell where one ended and the other began. When the first pale hints of dawn crept through the curtains, they were still entangled, bodies dripping with sweat, hearts beating in fear.
Tessa stirred first, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. For a moment, she looked around in dazed confusion, as though waking from a dream. Then her gaze fell on Ares, stretched beside her, his strong arm draped protectively across her waist, and the reality of what they’d done hit her like a jolt.
She should have pushed him away. She should have remembered that their children were missing, that she had no right to find comfort in the man who had once been her undoing. But
