Two days later.
Zainah stirred, lashes flickering as a soft warmth cradled her body. A sleepy groan escaped her lips. She burrowed instinctively into the arms of the man holding her, breathing in the faint, familiar scent of him.
Sett always had that scent.
That powerful scent she could not describe in words.
Memories of the last two nights flickered through her mind. Him above her, below her, beside her. In myriad positions, with myriad tricks up his sleeve. Her moaning like there was no tomorrow, him biting her ass.
Each moment was vivid.
Especially his cocky grin whenever she reached an orgasm.
Such a hot musk. Does he want to charm me all over again?
"Sett, baby," she murmured, voice thick with drowsiness, "I feel cold."
Without a word, his arms tightened around her, drawing her into the firm plane of his chest. She could feel the slow, steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek.
Heh, that's my personal blanket for you.
"Better?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble.
