Ariel blinked awake feeling pleasantly sore. There was a bone deep satisfaction that she could not shake.
For a few seconds she just lay where she was. Then she turned her head to the person sleeping next to her, and she could not help but smile. With his eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath his eyes, his lips jutting out in a barely there pout. In sleep Tristan looked like an angel, like somebody completely innocent.
There was no trace of the lustful beast that had devoured her to the point where she had almost forgotten her own name. Shifting a little bit closer to him, Ariel was glad to feel a familiar hardness pressing against her. Good. Even in sleep he was ready. Lifting her head, Ariel stared out through the giant windows. It was still dark out.
