The latter was because she was surrounded by the warmth and arms of her mate. She turned toward him, sliding her body over his with a long sigh. He stirred instantly from his sleep, seeking for the softness of her face with his lips and the touch of graceful fingers.Without opening his eyes, he traced the shape of her features, his fingertips moving slowly over her chin, cheeks, brows, and then soft eyelashes. By the time he touched her lips again, he could feel her gentle smile.“I could get very used to this,” she told him on a reverent whisper.“I think you are going to have to,” he rejoined with a low chuckle. “You will not be waking beside anyone else for the rest of your life.”“That is quite an extended promise, Prince Damien,” she observed, her eyes flicking open to look up into his. She was also growing used to the magnificent depth in his midnight blue eyes. Sometimes, she felt as though he looked into parts of her even she could not see. Then he would say something that only reinforced that idea all the more.“One I intend to keep, Princess Syreena,”
