EMBER’S POV
I want to say something smartass, but all I manage is a wet, ruined laugh.
“Think I broke myself.”
He nuzzles my temple, hands never leaving my body. “You were incredible.”
“Pretty sure I passed out.”
“You did. It was hot.”
I curl into him, still trembling, the taste of salt on my lips. He holds me close, lets me get my bearings before moving.
There’s no rush, no pressure. All there is is the heavy, warm safety of his arms and the low rumble of his heartbeat.
When I finally find my voice, it’s small. “Thank you.”
He doesn’t say anything at first. Just strokes my cheek, brushes a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead.
“You never have to thank me for making you feel good, Ember.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, but his eyes are too serious for the
