Natalia drifted in the warm haze between sleep and wakefulness, her body heavy with satisfaction. Satori's arm lay across her waist, an anchor of warm weight that made her feel securely tethered to him. Her head rested against his chest, the steady thump-thump of his heart a rhythm she could happily fall asleep to for the rest of her life.
She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his scent—sweat and spice and something darker, something uniquely him that made her stomach tighten with want even after everything they'd done. It clung to the sheets, to his skin, to her hair. She was saturated in it, marked by it.
His. I'm his.
She nuzzled closer, her palm flat against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. There was something primal about being held like this, something that bypassed all her defenses and spoke directly to a part of her she hadn't known existed until he'd awakened it.
