Chapter 22

Lunette POV

I drifted in and out of sleep the whole night while tangled in Zarek’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body. Iwas spent, my skin tingling with the echoes of pleasure from the orgasm that had left me quivering just hours ago.

Each time my eyes fluttered open, I found myself still cradled in his arms, my head resting against his chest, with his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

Zarek.

His scent was unmistakable—that mix of sandalwood and something light, maybe pine.

My limbs were heavy, and although the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing should have lulled me back to sleep, I stayed awake.

Finally giving up, I opened my eyes fully. It was still dark outside, like it would have been night forever if it was possible.

The candlelight had gone off, so the moonlight filtering through the curtains was casting a soft glow over the room.

Sitting up slightly I tilted my head, and there he was—Zarek, lying beside me, his face calm and peaceful in his sleep. He wasn't in pain