Caleb's POV
I studied Jessica's sleeping form, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. Dark strands of hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink.
That hair of hers captivated me completely. The obsidian color drew my attention every time, along with its silky texture that felt like liquid between my fingers.
The previous night replayed in my mind. When she drifted off to sleep while I remained locked inside her, my hand had instinctively woven through those midnight strands, marveling at their softness.
I had actually done it. Successfully knotted with her without losing complete control. No tearing, minimal discomfort for her.
Years had passed since I last experienced this. The sensation of being wrapped in feminine warmth had become a distant memory. Every previous attempt had been sabotaged by haunting recollections of that terrible night, causing me to retreat before completion.
