Morning light found us still tangled together.

I woke to the slow drag of Liam’s fingers along my spine, tracing every mark he’d left the day before. My body felt used in the best way—sore, sensitive, claimed. His cock rested heavy against my thigh, already interested, but he didn’t push inside me right away. He just kept touching me like he was memorizing the shape of my back.

“Last morning,” I said quietly. The words tasted wrong.

Liam’s hand stilled. Then he rolled me onto my back and settled between my thighs, bracing himself over me. His eyes were clearer than they’d been at any point in the last three...