Elisabeth's POV
A soft whimper slipped from my throat as consciousness slowly returned to me.
The unfamiliar weight of exhaustion clung to my limbs, and it took several heartbeats before I remembered where I was. Heat flooded my face when I realized Jefferson was positioned between my thighs, his dark hair tousled against my sensitive skin. Every nerve ending in my body felt raw and awakened from the previous night's intensity.
When Jefferson sensed my awakening, he lifted his head, wearing an expression of pure masculine satisfaction. His penetrating stare found mine, and something primal flickered in those depths that made my pulse stutter. I watched his attention drift to my throat, where his fresh claim now covered the remnants of Andy's faded mark. The possessive gleam that sparked in his eyes made me swallow nervously.
"Hey there," I managed to whisper, my voice raspier than I expected.
