AARYN
He hadn't intended to start anything. He knew it was going to be a hellish day. Neither of them had slept much. And he'd taken her the night before, until they were both sweaty and exhausted.
But when she rolled over… when he combed back her hair and her eyes closed and her head dropped back… when she arched into his touch and clearly wanted him, it lit a fire in him.
There was something so precious—and so hot—about his mate who was so coy, so… unsexual with everyone else, who would give herself to him so completely.
Even the night before, with her parents, she'd been closed off. She didn't even want to give these moments words. Yet somehow, when the door was closed and they were alone, she was unfettered. She offered herself to him completely—trusting, enjoying him.
It was, he thought, the greatest joy of his life when she rippled under his palm. It was, he decided, the Creator's greatest blessing that she wanted to.
