The restless thought from the forest floor became a pulse in her veins, a drumbeat under her skin. Stefan slept behind her, his breathing deep and even, his arm a heavy band across her waist. Possession even in slumber. But the monster he’d created was wide awake.
A new, daring heat coiled low in Hazel’s belly. He had taken everything. He had devoured. Now, the hunger was hers.
Slowly, carefully, she peeled his arm away. He grunted, shifting, but didn’t wake. The pre-dawn light was a pale gray wash through the trees, painting his sleeping face in soft monochrome. He looked younger, but no less dangerous. Her stalker. Her protector. Her man.
The cool air kissed her bare skin as she sat up. Her body ached in the most delicious ways, a living testament to the night. She looked down at him,
