Chapter 223 Billionaire's Lies

Sunbeams creep across the curtains in the bedroom. Warmth and comfort fill the room scents even as the lingering trace of passion pours through from the night before hangs heavy in the air.
Sabrina shifted as her body ached, being decadently delicious for the intensity of last night. As she moved, she felt the warmth of Benedict beside her, his strong arm draped possessively around her waist. Her lips curled into a small smile. She swiveled slowly, her eyes to meet his as he stirs awake. His gaze, heavy with satisfaction, locked onto hers, and for that moment neither of them uttered a word-only enjoying their momentary silence, the rare time of peace in the midst of all that was happening around them. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice still husky with sleep. She smoothed her finger over the slight roughness of his stubble on his jawline. "Morning," she whispered back. Benedict pulled her closer until her bare skin was flush against his, and his hold was tightening. "Last night...," he smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then to her nose, then to her lips, ".was exactly what we needed."
Sabrina laughed softly into his chest, hiding her face there. "We got carried away," she whispered. Benedict chuckled and ran his fingers through her tousled hair. "No regrets?" He studied her for a moment before he inclined her chin up. His lips brushed against hers. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet.