Krysta's POV
Despite my exhaustion, sleep had evaded me until Nathan's strong arms encircled my body. Only then had we both surrendered to deep, dreamless rest.
His hands gliding across my hip jolted me awake. The hard press of his arousal against my spine and the gentle assault of his lips on my neck sent electric currents through my drowsy senses.
"This is exactly how I want to be awakened," I breathed, arching into him and pressing my backside against his heat.
"It's been almost half a day since I claimed you, my love. That's far too long," he murmured, his hand slipping between my thighs. A low growl rumbled from his chest when he discovered how ready I was for him.
"Seems I'm not the only one craving this connection," he whispered against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe as his fingers began their torturous circles against my most sensitive spot.
"Nathan," I gasped, my hips moving instinctively against his skilled touch.
