Eighty Four

CELINE HERRERA POV

I woke up wrapped in Belshar's warmth, our naked bodies tangled together. Images from the night before flashed in my head and a smile tugged on my lip.

I glanced up from his chest to his beautiful sleeping face, my breath catching in my throat from how divine he looked.

I moved a bit, the soreness between my thighs making a small moan escape my lips.

Belshar had been a beast at the end of the night even though he started out gently. I even lost count of how many times he made me cum. Remembering just how loud I'd screamed his name each time I came made me blush. It was the most intense feeling and he'd whispered words into my ears that still resonated deep inside.

Smiling at the memory, I moved closer to him, my breath catching in my throat when his hand tightened around my waist a bit. His touch went lax and I let out the breath I'd been holding.

I gazed at his face, taking in every feature that made him unique. His brow, the small scar at the side of his face