Chapter Twenty-Three
Sasha stretched and snuggled contentedly into Dagan’s side. Even in sleep he liked to hold her close. She sighed contentedly. She was happy. Ecstatic at waking up next to the man she loved. But something wasn’t right. She was missing something. She could feel it in her bones. She frowned as she traced the markings on his shoulders and chest, mentally reviewing the past twenty-four hours.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Dagan rumbled sleepily as he pulled Sasha on top of him. “It’s early. The doctor said you still need rest.” He contentedly traced her curvy body with the tips of his fingers as he drifted back toward sleep.
Sasha wanted to mold herself to Dagan’s hard body. She wanted to get lost in his kiss, but this was more important. “Dagan, I want a big wedding someda
