SIGRID

His delicious mouth places sensual, satisfied kisses on me in this room bathed in warm sunlight filtering through the wooden window slats.

I haven’t had time to take in anything—not with a wake-up call this passionate. This is how I want to wake up every day of my life.

“Silas,” I whisper against his lips. His cock is slowly softening, but he’s still inside me, drawing out breathy sighs.

The scent of raw, wild sex lingers in the air.

I suddenly glance at his neck. Now that the haze of lust has passed, I see the ugly bite mark.

Without the sharp canines of a she-wolf or a vampire, it must hurt him even more.

“No, no… did I hurt you? Love, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” He raises a hand to cover the wound. “You like to bite, and I like to be marked by you.”

He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I look into his gleaming eyes.

Silas doesn’t seem to be lying. Besides, I know that with the power he holds now, he could heal instantly—but he choose