Zara’s POV
I wake up the next morning, once again wrapped in a heated blanket that is my husband, the man holding me even tighter than last night. It’s almost as though my dream has scared him, and he is subconsciously worrying that I’ll retreat from him again, or worse, run. He has nothing to fear though, I’m not going anywhere, he needs me, so here I will stay.
‘How are you feeling?’ Gerrard’s sleep filled morning voice startles me, and I feel the vibrations of his chuckle as I elbow him gently.
‘Dammit, I thought you were asleep’ I mutter.
‘No, but I was enjoying holding you, so I didn’t bother to get up’ the hotelier replies. ‘I also like the feel of your ass pressed to my c.ock’ he adds, thrusting his hips forward so I can feel the distinctive hard length against me.
‘p*****t’ I
