Ava woke feeling rested and secure. Dim gray light filtered past the edges of the thick curtains. It was morning. She shivered thinking of the chill that should have pervaded her bones. Yet she remained warm and comfortable. An arm tightened around as Silas held her secure against himself.
After they finished dinner he carried her back to bed and made love to her again. Her body quivered remembering how he touched her. His caresses were strong but gentle, tempered to bring her the greatest pleasure. She wasn’t sure if it was intuition or learned but he found and teased every sensitive spot. Her father always claimed s*x was a dirty thing. Was it wrong for it to feel so good?
“Morning beautiful,” Silas said in a voice gruff from sleep. His embrace tightened and he kissed the nape of her n
