Raiden:
Within an hour, she was asleep.
Soft little breaths against my skin, tangled in sheets that smelled like her—warm vanilla and something floral and faintly sinful. Her body curled into mine like she belonged there.
Like she knew she did.
I watched her in the dim light filtering through her curtains. Her lashes trembled faintly, and her lips were still parted, kiss-bitten and swollen. I could still see the faint red imprint of my hand high on her thigh. My marks were everywhere—not just on her skin, but in her sighs, her gasp, the way she whispered my name like it was the only one she remembered.
And f**k, there was something dangerous in that. Something too soft.
I wasn’t built for soft.
But I didn’t move.
Not until my phone vibrated on her nightstand.
Prez.
Of course.
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