[ RAEGON ]
None of this makes sense. Not for one f*****g moment.
I turn my head and look at Aysel sleeping beside me, naked under the bedsheets, which is the only thing separating our naked bodies from each other.
Her lips are still swollen, bruised red from my hungry kisses.
I remember the way her cheeks burned when I told her she would sleep naked beside me. How flustered she looked. How she thought she’d misheard me when I repeated that she would be staying the night.
But that isn’t what has me awake.
It’s what’s happening inside me now. What happened while I was inside her, and what happened when I finished.
The strength I felt. The refreshing feeling. The deep, bone-heavy sense of fullness coursing through me, as if something starved and feral inside my chest had finally bee
