Kael Ashenvale woke up holding everything he ever wanted and hating the sunrise because that meant the clock started. The sun could go get railed by a black hole as far as he was concerned.
Their bodies were a goddamn gold light show. She'd claimed him like territory and she fit perfectly, like she had been reverse-engineered for just him.
One thigh pinning his hip, one arm barricading his ribcage, her head wedged under his chin at an angle that said mine in fourteen languages. Her breathing was slow, deep, and steady. The breathing of someone safe.
His dragon was purring. Full, rumbling, chest-vibrating purring, the kind that only happened when the beast was so content it forgot to be an asshole for five consecutive seconds.
Kael pressed his lips to the top of her head. Held them there. Yes, he was kissing a sleeping woman. No, he never had any interest in the cuddling part after sex until her.
