FAYE
When I woke, the world felt heavy with silence. At first, I wasn’t sure what had stirred me. Then I felt it...the warmth, the weight, the steady beat of a heart pressed right against my skin.
I looked down and saw it.
Alexander’s head rested on my chest, his arm sprawled over my waist like I was something he’d claimed in his sleep, and gods, maybe I was. His face, usually so sharp and controlled, looked almost boyish, softened by slumber. He was beautiful like this...unguarded, mine in a way he’d never let himself be while awake.
The memory of last night hit me hard...his mouth, his hands, the way he’d taken me like the world had narrowed to nothing but us. My skin still tingled from it, every ache and pulse reminding me of how thoroughly he’d consumed me.
I smiled despite myself
