Morning after

Ava stirred up, too afraid to move lest she shatter this beautiful dream she'd conjured up because she believed this all to be a dream.

She had a bit too much at the blue diamond and conjured the whole thing up.

The heat radiating from the taunt body pressed against hers was enough to convince her it was all real.

Conan's legs were tucked up under hers, his arms under her head supporting her neck with her head tucked under his chin, snuggling up against his solid warmth.

Conan's hands fastened around her waist unconsciously, his grip tightened, and Ava's eyes shot open in panic as she stared at him.

In place of the domineering man was a shaking, quivering mess. His eyes were shut tightly as he let out a laboured breath, a thin layer of sweat dripping down from his brows.

His breathing picked up as he pulled her closer to himself.

He was starting to hurt her, Ava pushed at his chest to snap him out of it. She was finding it difficult to breathe.

Ava's hands connected to his cheek in