When the sky was barely light, she had already fallen asleep, her black silk nightgown lay on the floor, torn into shreds by him.
Now she lay bare like a newborn baby, without a single cover, sleeping deeply and sweetly. The exertion of their lovemaking had exhausted her, leaving a faint sense of tiredness on her porcelain-white face.
He repeatedly reminded himself to be gentle, to be restrained. His Avery needed his careful care, yet once he touched her, he would lose himself, needing to possess her fiercely, repeatedly, to find satisfaction.
His fingers caressed her bare body, and she responded with a soft moan, as if acknowledging his touch.
