Chapter 65 Sixty Five

• Serena watched Adonis as he slept peacefully. She watched him breathe in slow, steady rhythms. There was a peace to him when he was asleep. When he was awake, he was a force—powerful, confident, often unreadable. But here, now, he was just Adonis, a man who had somehow become her everything.
• She was propped on an elbow, her hand tracing the contours of his face. The soft curve of his lids, the straight line of his nose, the strong angle of his jaw, and the inviting shape of his lips. He was breathtakingly handsome, and her heart skipped a beat as a small smile played on his lips.
• Her gaze lingered on his lips, the same lips that had whispered words to her in the heat of passion, words that still echoed in her mind. 'You are mine,' and even more surprisingly, for the first time since they met, he'd called her by her name. She felt a blush creep up her neck.