Nathan lay sprawled beside Azariah on the rumpled silk sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat and the lingering heat of their lovemaking.
"I… I really missed this," Azariah whispered, her voice husky and still breathless. Her cheeks glowed with a deep flush that spread down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
Nathan turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "And I missed your body," he murmured against her skin, his hand sliding down to cup the curve of her hip possessively. "Every inch of it."
Azariah let out a soft, contented laugh, shifting so she could face him fully. Her white hair spilled across the pillows like ink on parchment. "I wish we could do this every day," she said, a wistful smile curving her lips.
"We can," Nathan replied simply, his fingers threading through her hair.
