Windsor's POV
I lost count of how many times we made love that night.
Initially, I was the one pulling Zion deeper into me. Once wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the hunger that had been building between us.
But eventually, Zion matched my desperation. After multiple times together, I was certain his hands had explored and claimed every part of my body.
"Your skin is like silk, Windsor," Zion whispered, his fingertips tracing a path from my waist down to where we were still connected. "I never want to leave you."
I pressed my teeth into my lower lip. "You're still inside me," I breathed.
The first hints of morning light were creeping through the window, yet we remained wrapped around each other. My head lay against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
His arm encircled my back, fingers drawing gentle patterns along my ribs while he remained buried deep within me.
