DOM
I was the first to wake, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the weight on my chest that didn't disappear when I opened my eyes.
Lena.
She was draped over me, mouth slightly parted in sleep, hair a soft snarl against my skin. Her leg was hooked around mine, her hand curled on my stomach like she'd claimed the spot in her dreams and had no intention of letting go.
I didn't move for a long time. Didn't want to.
Everything in me felt raw, skin too tight, thoughts pulled in too many directions. The memory of her mouth, her hands, her voice still whispering through me. The bond was pulsing stronger now, its rhythm deeper and more demanding.
But Marcus was moving. And that meant time wasn't a luxury I had.
I slipped out of bed carefully, tucking the blanket around her like it was armor. She stirred, but didn't wake, just burrowed deeper into the warmth I left behind.
