Iris's POV
I woke up to silence.
My body felt like mine again, no burning under the surface, no relentless ache pulsing between my thighs, no omega instincts clawing at the inside of my ribs demanding more, more, more. The heat had broken sometime in the night and now it was gone and I was still in Rafael’s bed.
His arm lay heavy across my waist, possessive even in sleep. The sheets were tangled around our legs, sticky with the evidence of everything we’d done. I felt the dull, satisfying ache between my legs, the fingerprint bruises on my hips, the bite marks on my shoulder and inner thigh that throbbed faintly when I shifted. My n*****s were still sensitive, my lips swollen. Every inch of me carried his scent, cedar and smoke sunk so deep into my skin I knew showers wouldn’t touch it
