Chapter 217 Flame Tame Ch4

• The nightmare never comes back. Not that night. Not with him wrapped around her, his big hand heavy on her hip, breath warm at the back of her neck while dawn creeps in slow and soft.
• She drifts. Wakes. Drifts again. Every time she stirs, she feels him — the solid weight of him pressed to her spine, the slow throb of something that’s not sleep heavy and thick against her ass.
• She wonders if he’s awake too — if he feels it too.