(Alexander)
The next morning, I woke up to the feel of Selene curled against me, her breathing soft and even. My arm was draped over her waist, holding her close, and I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. I didn’t want to move. Not yet. Not when I had this—just a moment of quiet with her before the world outside intruded again.
Last night had been intense. In every possible way. The way she had clung to me, the way her body had moved with mine—it had been more than just passion. It had been need. And beneath it all, there had been something deeper, something unspoken but understood between us.
She had told me she was ready. She wanted me to mark her, to claim her completely. But I knew the risks, and I couldn’t let her face them just yet. Not until I was sure she wo
