"Stay," Fernando muttered against her hair.
Morning had long slipped into afternoon, yet he still refused to let her leave the bed.
Heat crept up Sofía's cheeks as memories of the night before flooded her mind. He had made love to her without pause, without mercy, until dawn painted the sky. He hadn't let her sleep not truly not until morning.
He was a beast.
A gentle one.
Only because of their baby.
If not for that, she was certain he would have driven her past every limit she had.
Last night had revealed something else too his stamina was terrifying. Three consecutive rounds and he hadn't even seemed winded, while she had been clinging to consciousness, her body trembling after wave upon wave of bone-melting, soul-draining pleasure.
Her face burned as she traced lazy circles over his chest, lost in thought. She pressed a soft kiss there. Then another. Then snuggled closer.
"Baby… you wet for me?" he rasped.
Her heart skipped.
Was this man insatiable?
