Zique’s eyes fluttered open, and out of the darkness of unconsciousness he escaped into the light. The sun was up, forcing it’s way through the drawn curtains and through every little crease in his ceiling.

He could see the crumbled sheets, his dresser, his bedside table, he could see everything that belonged in his room along with something or rather someone who did not.

His mate...

She was laying on his left arm, eyes closed, breaths steady as she slept. The sheets barely did a thing to cover her nakedness and somehow that reminded him of last night.

The ecstasy...the pleasure...the desire that he couldn’t control...and the release he couldn’t have held back even if he tried.

His soul had spirited away to heaven last night, and it seems it wasn’t back yet because this omega still looked beautiful in his eyes.

Those lips he hadn’t gotten the chance to kiss shaped so perfectly...like Cupid’s bow. Without thinking, Zique reached out, his thumb running along her lips. It didn’t matter i