The afternoon sunlight stretched across the sheets, warm and lazy, painting soft lines over Aurora’s bare back. Rowan was fully awake taking in the beautiful sight of he. He knew she was awake too but didn’t move at first.

Her body felt boneless, the kind of worn-out that only came after being thoroughly worshipped. She groaned into the pillow, a breath catching when something brushed down her spine. Rowan’s fingers.

“Still breathing?” he murmured, lips dragging over her shoulder. His voice was deep with sleep, but cocky as usual. She groaned and buried her face deeper into the sheets. “Barely.”

He let out a beautiful laugh. That deep, smug one....