"Good morning, my Queen."

I would never grow tired of hearing that. Hadrian’s voice made it sound utterly seductive. His piercing gaze devoured me, his eyes alight with a hunger that sent heat rushing to my cheeks. We were both bare beneath the sheets, though I couldn’t recall when I had lost my silk nightgown. His arms encased me, holding me possessively, our legs entwined as if neither of us could bear even an inch of distance. The air between us was thick with the remnants of our ...