NARRATIVE POV
Tia found herself curiously fascinated with the light speckle of chest hair cascading across Miles’ chest. It was suspiciously soft and light. She found her fingers delicately playing with the light texture of his tiny hairs, a smile spreading across her face. Her body ached in ways she'd never felt before. The slickness and ache between her thighs was a reminder of what they had done the following night, but she found herself smiling at the realization that she was not only marked and mated, but by Miles of all men. The only male she'd ever liked. It seemed surreal to her. Perhaps too good to be true, even.
The vibrating in his chest told her he was enjoying her exploration of his body. Bane purred at the sparks between the featherlight touches.
“Any regrets?” Miles’s vo
