Benedict
Since she didn’t bring any clothes, I give her one of my shirts to sleep in. It’s still too uncomfortable to sleep on my side, so I lay on my back and she lays her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and we fall asleep quickly, both of us still recovering from everything that has gone on recently.
The next morning, I wake up before Sloane.
‘Marrok?’
‘All healed,’ he says.
I grin, quietly grabbing a condom and rolling it on, before teasing my mate awake.
“Benedict,” she murmurs, still half asleep.
“Yes,” I say, pushing her onto her back and rolling over her, lining myself at her entrance.
Her eyes flash open. “You’re healed?”
“Completely,” I say before sliding inside her. “Goddess, I’ve missed this.”
"Me too," she moans.
This morning, I kiss her like I wanted to
