Chapter 20 Price Of Morning

• "If you keep staring at me like that, Casian, I’m going to start charging you by the hour," Megan muttered, her voice thick with sleep as she dragged the heavy charcoal duvet up to her collarbone.
• She didn't open her eyes yet, but her hyper-sensitive nose was already flooded with him—dark sandalwood, warm skin, and the unmistakable, lingering scent of a man who had spent the entire night unspooling his control.
• A low, gravelly chuckle vibrated against the mattress as Casian shifted, his massive frame turning towards her. He didn't reach for his phone on the nightstand. He didn't check the pre-market financial updates or the early morning headlines. Instead, his large, calloused hand slid beneath the duvet, his long arm wrapping around her bare waist to drag her flush against his chest.