Book 7: You're Still Mine

Ella

I can feel his hesitation as he lays me down on the bed. It’s soft and cool to the touch from the gentle tropical breeze drifting through the open doors leading to a starlit balcony. A shiver snakes over my skin–whether from the chill in the air or the fact Ryatt’s hands are trailing down my sides, I’m not sure.

Time is hazy. How long has it been since we’ve been together like this? All of the events leading up to our final, and only, stand against Kane are a blur. And here, in Maatua? I feel like the minutes and hours either crawl or flash by before my eyes, making it hard to determine just how long we’ve been here.

But I know it’s been a while since his hands have slid down my thighs, cupping my ass as he scoots me to the very center of the large bed.

Unlike before, when the lust and tension had been a burning flame between us, this feels different. Softer. Gentler.

I realize he’s worried about me, worried about touching me, and