Seona’s POV
I’m floating, that’s the only way I can describe it, after I finally allowed Mark to slide from my body, I settled back into the warmth of the rug, bathing in the heat of the fire as I prepared to watch my delicious man walk away from me and out of the room to get a towel.
Surprisingly, instead of doing that, the soldier instead, leans over me, his scorching gaze sliding over my body before he scoops me up into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. Leaning in, he presses a chaste kiss to my lips, one that speaks every word of what we whispered just minutes ago, before carrying me bridal style, like I weigh nothing, as he makes his way over to and up the stairs to the bedroom and into the bathroom where he placed me gently on the edge of the tub.
Reaching over, he turned
