Iris's POV 

The room was thick with the scent of us. 

His breath was steady against my temple, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on my hip, like he was memorizing the shape of me. 

The heat was a living thing inside me, and it purred at his touch, stretching lazy and content beneath his hands.

I couldn't sleep. My body was too aware of his, every shift of his muscles, every exhale, the way his cock twitched against my thigh even in sleep, like it knew I was still there. Like it was waiting. The realization made my stomach turn. I pressed my lips together, willing the ache between...