Sienna woke up Sunday morning, her legs tangled with Alvar’s and laying with her head against his heartbeat, her hands tucked under her chin. Chest to chest, she felt safe in his grasp.
A low sound escaped his chest and he rolled onto his back, tugging her with him so she was laying atop him, her head now completely resting on his chest. His easy breathing lifting and lowering her head on his chest, his arms wound around her body. She couldn’t help but smile at the very intimate position and how comfortable and right it felt.
Her entire body ached from his attentions from when they’d arrived home. The number of times he had growled the word “mine” had rivaled the number of orgasms he’d given her. Her legs felt as strong as overcooked spaghetti would be and she had had lost all sense of
