TWENTY-ONE
Yawning, Rora sat up, running her fingers through her hair. Snagging her nails on the knots caused by Strike’s rough grip last night, she opened her mouth in a silent scream and winced. Smoothing a hand over it instead, Rora twisted and stretched her legs to the floor at the side of the bed.
Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at the sleeping man lying on his front, his arm stretched out toward her. She hadn’t known that love could be as deep-seated as this. Just looking at him provoked so much sentiment and such a rush of hormones that she didn’t know which to process first: love or desire.
Leaning back, she brushed the back of her fingers over his temple and sighed. When his hand shot up to grab hers, she gasped. He yanked her down onto her back, then he was up in a crou
