Aria's POV.
I woke up in the small cabin room, my body aching with a mix of pain and pleasure, my skin warm under the soft blanket.
The Eastern Island's morning light slipped through the wooden shutters, the air salty, the waves crashing softly outside.
Kael lay beside me, his dark hair messy, his chest rising and falling, his face peaceful in sleep.
My heart fluttered, a soft giggle escaping my lips, my cheeks flushing as memories of last night flooded my mind, his lips kissing my neck, his hands gripping my hips, his slow thrusts, his growls, the way he'd sucked my skin, leaving marks that tingled now.
My wolf, Kyra, purred, her joy warm, her love for Kael strong. I replayed it, my heart racing, my body alive with the memory of his touch, his deep voice, "You" still echoing, his shift from cold anger to hunger confusing but thrilling.
I felt his gaze, my heart jumping, and I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to sleep, my breath uneven.
