Idara
He took me again as if we hadn't done it before, and now everything clicked—why he had such incredible stamina and intensity when we made love. He was truly a novice.
My body still quaked as he pulled me close, arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps against his chest.
“You should sleep now, cutie pie,” he whispered, voice soft and rough at the edges, lips brushing my temple.
I didn’t fight it. Exhaustion pulled me under almost instantly, deep and dreamless.
When I woke again, morning light filtered through the tall window in pale golden streaks. My body was pressed against his, warm and solid. I lifted my head carefully to look at his sleeping face.
His breathing was slow and even, every line of tension smoothed away. I ha
