Only this time, he decided to let the poor woman rest. The two previous times he'd reached for her and woken her up in ways he hoped she'd never forget. In one pulse-pounding instance, he'd teased her sweet inverted nipple with his tongue until she was roused into grateful consciousness. The second time, he'd ripped the sheets off her body and had licked at her warmth until she awoke, crying his name. This time, he took in the cock-teasing sight of her naked form, splayed across the bed, her marked arse facing up. Christ, she was gorgeous. His woman, now and forever. And as his mate, Gioia was now a part of him and just like him. She would likely shift for the first time soon, and he’d be there to help her through it. The idea gave him inestimable happiness, a glee he never assumed he’d experience. As he brushed a finger over her soft shoulder, a musical phrase tickled his brain, a passage that seemed a perfect climax to the composition he’d already begun for the Philharmonic. Soren slid out of bed and searched for pen and paper.
