Thirty-Eight

Scarlett

Last night was indescribable, words wouldn’t do the glimpse of heaven justice, and I wasn’t going to attempt it.

Instead, I spent the majority of the morning lost in a daze as I relived the carnal activities Reese and I had partaken in at the hot springs, and later in our bed when we’d made it home.

My mate’s brawny arms dragging me into the hard lines of his body in the balmy water had replayed in my head a hundred times.

I vividly remembered the ensuing ecstasy he sent coursing through my system with his mating bite every time I thought about the imprint of his canines permanently affixed to where the slope of my neck ended.

The strength of the orgasms he masterfully wrought on my body left me exhausted on a bone-deep level.

I knew I had subsequently drifted off into a peaceful sleep in his arms after I had fallen from my high, thanking Luna for giving me a second chance at happiness as blackness encroached