REINA

Something stirred me awake.

It wasn’t a sound, not really, more like a feeling. A shift in the air. A weight pressed against me from behind, slow and deliberate, like the rhythm of breathing turned into touch.

For a moment, I didn’t move. My mind floated somewhere between sleep and waking, warm and hazy, until the awareness sharpened. Domenico’s erection, solid and heavy, pressing against my back.

His arm was still wrapped around my waist the way it had been when I fell asleep. But now his hand had wandered. Resting lower. Almost too low.

And there was something else. A steady, subtle movement against the curve of my...