Savage

When I awoke the next morning to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the window, I find Levi watching me with a soft smile on his face. His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from my cheek, his touch sending a warm shiver down my spine.

“Good morning, my queen,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I hope you slept well.”

I stretch out and yawn, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over me from the moment I opened my ...