Zephyrus's POV
Anika is sleeping by my side, her black hair spread across the pillow as her chest rose with her breathing.
Even if we didn’t go beyond me giving her pleasure, by the end, she was exhausted.
I snorted quietly, making sure not to wake her up.
And she said she could handle me.
Anika is too stubborn for her own good and doesn’t understand that her body is still recovering.
I brush a few strands of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her. Her skin is still warm. In fact, I'm amazed at how warm Anika always is, but I guess it is because she is a wolf.
She opens her mouth slightly, her lips parting as she exhales the tiniest sigh.
Then she does it.
In her sleep…
She bites the air.
A soft, unconscious snap.
I'm sure she doesn't know she does this while sh
