Davina's POV

Diego carried me into the cabin because I could barely walk.

My legs were limp from spasming so hard for so long—not to mention the utter fullness that kept me warm and sated from the inside.

We left a trail of rainwater in our wake, but he didn’t seem to give a damn about the wooden floors as we moved through the foyer, down the hall, and into the master bedroom.

Not “his” bedroom.

Ours.

The ceiling was vaulted high, with wooden beams as thick as my waist stretching from ...