Chapter 119

He could feel himself beginning to thread the lines of exhaustion. Of course, a male like him can thread those lines for more hours—days even—without walking over it. if he wanted to, but that was not the point. The point is that she'd been with him every step of the way until he was threading these lines.

"Wolfe..." She breathed again, her eyes so heavy she could barely keep them open. Her cheek resting on the bed, she closed her eyes. Ismena was almost sure she was on the verge of a blackout.

He placed a kiss on her cheek, stroking deep inside her, "I've got you, Ena. I've got you, baby."

Those words made her feel safe from everything in the world, except him.

He moved in and out of her in rhythmical strokes, placing a kiss on her neck. A passing look at the window facing him confirmed the time to be the very early hours of the morning.

She'd given him so much tonight, and he had taken much more than she'd given him. He was inside her for hours, all night. And yet, he couldn't get