Isla lay nestled against Liam, the warmth of his body enveloping her like a comforting cocoon. The aftermath of their passionate encounter lingered her senses, a heady mix of satisfaction and intimacy that made her feel utterly content.
She was half asleep, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness, lulled by the rhythmic sound of Liam’s breathing.
As she shifted slightly, feeling the softness of the sheets against her skin, she felt Liam stir beside her. His arm tightened around her, pulling her closer, and she smiled to herself, relishing the feeling of being so intimately connected to him. It was a blissful moment, one that felt like a dream come true.
“Let’s get married and mated to the world,” Liam murmured, his voice low and husky, breaking the peaceful silence of the room.
Isla’s eyes flew open, and she blinked in surprise, her heart racing at his words. “What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to face him, propping herself up on one elbow to look in
