Rebecca

We didn’t move at first.

There was nothing left in me to move with. My limbs were liquid. My breath ragged. My throat raw from moans that had turned into something close to sobs.

Maximus didn’t speak. His body was heavy over mine, not crushing, just anchoring. His chest rose and fell against my ribs, heart still racing like he hadn’t quite come down yet.

The glow of his golden markings faded slowly, pulsing once more before dimming beneath his skin like ...