The first thing I became aware of was warmth—the solid heat of Damon's body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively across my waist as dawn light filtered through the silk curtains of his bedroom. The second thing was the delicious soreness that reminded me of every exquisite moment of the night before.
After months of careful restraint, we had finally claimed each other completely. Not just the physical claiming, though that had been earth-shattering in ways I hadn't thought possible. But something deeper—a merging of souls that the mate bond had been demanding since our wedding day.
"Good morning, Mrs. Silverstone," Damon murmured against my neck, his voice rough with sleep and satisfaction. His lips found that sensitive spot behind my ear that he had discovered could make me gasp with pleasure.
