Evaline:
As the last of the aftershocks rolled through me, leaving my limbs trembling and my breaths shallow, I finally began to return to myself.
My chest was rising and falling in sync with his, and I was able to feel it - the steady, unwavering warmth of our mate bond swarming through me. It was alive now, stronger than ever before, pulsing with his acceptance.
Draven still had his face buried in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he rode out his own release. His body was heavy over mine, but instead of feeling trapped, I felt cocooned... safe. Cherished.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes met mine for only a moment before his lips found mine again. This kiss was different - less hungry than before but still deep enough to make my toes curl. It was the kind of kiss that made me forget the world outside the bed, forget the unspoken fears, forget everything but him.
