I nestled against his side, my head on his shoulder, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue, salty, masculine, utterly him. My body thrummed with unfulfilled need, my core aching and slick from the sensual high of pleasing him, but I'd held back, content in the afterglow of his release. His arm wrapped around me protectively, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, and for a moment, the world felt perfect, our bond humming with satisfaction, his injuries a distant concern.
But as minutes ticked by, I felt it shift: his breathing deepened, his touch grew more insistent, sliding lower to my hip, squeezing with subtle possession.
"Naomi," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent fresh shivers cascading down my spine. He tilted my chin up with his free hand, those golden e
