Anastasia stepped out from behind the closet wall. Her long hair was still damp from her shower. The soft scent of her, clean and feminine, tweaked Declan's nose and made his lust stir. Gritting his teeth, Declan crossed his arms over his chest and turned. Hoping that if he couldn't see her, he would be able to control this new level of lust coursing through him since they'd mated. However, he came face-to-face with her bed. The bed where they'd just.....
Releasing a groan, he turned back around.
He watched her hitch a booted foot on the counter. With practiced precision, she began securing gun holster straps around her thigh. A flood of saliva washed his mouth at the sight of her creamy legs. Legs he could still feel wrapped around his waist as he bucked inside her heat.
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