POV: Siena Blake

I hadn’t meant to wake him.

At least… that’s what I told myself.

But when I opened my eyes in the soft gray light of early morning and found him still sleeping beside me—so strong, so still, the muscles of his chest rising and falling beneath my fingertips—I couldn’t help it.

Last night had lit something in me I hadn’t felt in years.

Desire, yes.

But also… power. Connection. Craving.

A hunger I never knew I had until he fed it.

So I let my hand wander beneath the sheets, my fingers brushing down the hard plane of his stomach, slow and deliberate. He stirred, a soft...