With a contented sigh, Sabrina nestled into his other side, her black hair spilling over his shoulder, one possessive arm draped across his torso as though even in sleep she refused to let him go.
Only then did Ross permit himself true release.
He gathered them both closer, one powerful arm around each of them, feeling the warmth of their sated bodies against his own.
A satisfied smile curved his lips as he glanced toward the tall arched windows.
The heavy velvet curtains could no longer hold back the light; golden morning sun now overhead.
It was already seven o'clock in the morning.
The candles had long since burned out, leaving faint trails of smoke and the lingering scent of melted wax mingled with jasmine and sex.
Outside, the supermarket was beginning to stir—distant sounds of servants starting their day, birdsong rising in chaos outside—but inside the bedchamber, time seemed suspended in perfect, decadent stillness.
