Upstairs, Zephyr placed her gently on the bed and stood over her, slowly removing his shirt. He hadn’t turned on the lights, but the illumination from the moon was streaming in, playing over the skin that he was revealing to her. If she hadn’t already been aroused from their kisses by the fire, the sight of her mate’s body would certainly have done the trick. Nielle drank in the sight of his powerful arms and chest, his taut stomach, the scar running down his side… She couldn’t imagine how much such a wound would have hurt and was filled with the need to comfort him, even though the pain was long gone.
Rising to her knees, she reached out and traced the faint pink line with her fingertips. At her touch, Zephyr’s hands stilled on the waistband of his pants and she looked up at him. His eye
