Early the next morning, Raiden woke to the soft light of dawn creeping through the curtains. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Raisa, whose smooth, fair-skinned arm was possessively wrapped around him as she clung to him in her sleep.
Raiden let out a quiet sigh, gently moving her arm away. Last night, Raisa had been insistent, wanting Raiden to please her once again with the excuse that they would be apart for a day. In reality, she was only going for a one-day trip, but Raisa’s dramatics were hard to avoid. Raiden had given in, not wanting to deal with her sulking or, worse, the possibility of her complaining to Tiara or Zea.
But Raiden had his own needs too, and Raisa was his fiancée. So why not?
He studied her face for a moment, his thumb brushing over her beautiful featur
