Chapter 22
Peitho and Vulcan lay there panting and staring up at the ceiling. Both were exhausted from pouring all their energy into each other. Turning to her side, Peitho draped an arm across Vulcan’s chest and returned to laying her head on his shoulder. She peeked up at him through her lashes. When she was about to speak, he dipped his head down and kissed her forehead. Peitho sighed contentedly. There was nowhere else she’d rather be than here with Vulcan. While they were here, there was no one else in the world except for them. All their troubles disappeared from her head as soon as he wrapped his strong arms around her. Vulcan felt like home to her. Peitho buried her face in Vulcan’s neck and breathed him in. If sunlight had a scent, she imagined it smelled the same as Vulcan’s skin. She moan
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