Ariana’s POV

I woke to the sound of birds, the scent of him, and the heavy ache between my thighs.

For a few seconds, I just lay there, wrapped in warmth and silence and a haze of memory, his hands, his lips, his voice whispering my name like a secret only he was allowed to speak.

Then I stretched, and the soreness made me wince. Not painfully… just enough to remind me how thoroughly he had loved me last night.

My cheeks burned.

Carefully, I turned my head.

Leone was still ...