The next morning;
Cullen stared at the sleeping woman in his arms with all concentration. He took in slow and deeper breaths, feeling extremely relaxed with her and more human.
He refused to sleep for the past four hours. Watching her peaceful face relax was worth so much more than anything.
Cullen pulled her into his chest, tightening his hold around her. Even in her sleep, he wanted her to know that he would always be ready to stand with her, behind her and before her.
In response to his tight hold, Amelia buried her face into his chest, curling into his warmth. Under the duvet, she crossed her legs on him and strangled his legs - as if asking him not to leave.
Cullen swallowed hard.
If she should know this, he still wanted her. He still yearned for her taste and the feeling of their soul-shattering release. Their position at the moment wasn't helping him but he had to endure and push his feelings aside.