Alexander's POV:

Morning light filtered through the tent fabric and brushed my eyelids open. I lay still, gazing down at Anna curled quiet against my chest, her breathing soft and even. I reached out, fingers gentle as I brushed stray strands of hair from her cheek. Last night replayed in flashes—seven times I had taken her, wild and insatiable. She must be exhausted. I refused to disturb this peaceful moment, letting the warmth of her body seep into ...