Bruno’s point of view
I don’t get tired easily, not from work and not from shedding blood. It wasn’t dawn yet, it was just close to dawn. We spent most of the night going at it like rabbits on heat. I was still wide awake, still wired and was watching her.
She lay sprawled across the bed like she owned it, like she had just achieved the toughest task in the world.
Her back was to me, bare skin exposed where the sheet had fallen to her waist. Her hair was a spill across my pillow, one of her legs was tangled lazily in the sheets. She looked innocent.
I shifted slightly, and I felt it, the painless sting on my back. I smirked.
“Don’t tell me you are shy after leaving your nail marks all over my back, “ I whispered under my breath.
She didn’t move, but I saw it. The faintest twitch
