Chapter 55

• The heavy weight of them was a comforting anchor, pressing me deep into the mattress. Ryder shifted his massive frame just enough to keep from crushing me, but his arm remained locked around my middle like an iron band, pulling me flush against his chest. His lips brushed the sensitive skin behind my ear, inhaling deeply to draw my scent back into his lungs.
• Dante rolled slightly onto his side, propping his head on one hand while his other glided along my spine. His thumb traced the raised, tender skin of the mark he’d carved into my shoulder, his icy blue eyes heavy-lidded with absolute, dark satisfaction.
• "You okay?" Ryder rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through my back. His calloused thumb brushed against my hip bone in slow, reverent strokes.