Hailey's pov
I was still floating in the hazy afterglow, body limp and trembling against his chest, when Roy shifted. His strong arms tightened around me for a moment, as though he couldn’t bear to let go, then gently rolled me onto my back. The mattress dipped under his weight as he hovered above me, dark eyes drinking me in like I was the only thing in the world.
“You okay, angel?” he whispered, voice rough with emotion and restraint. His thumb brushed away the last tear track on my cheek.
I nodded, breathless, reaching up to trace his jaw. “More than okay. I just… I need you.”
A low, possessive sound rumbled in his chest. He leaned down to kiss me—slow, deep, tasting myself faintly on his tongue from when he’d licked his fingers clean. The kiss was tender at first, then turned hung
