The morning after

As dawn lit up the cloudless sky, orange hues spread from the East to swallow the stars and announce another bright summer day in Colorado, yet Damon couldn't care about anything beyond that bed and the girl who was sleeping soundly next to him.

Other than a few short naps, Damon couldn't sleep due to the excitement of merging with Talia. His heart was fluttering more than after his first time.

No other woman made him feel this way, and he knew that none ever will. It was only Talia. His mate.

Damon marveled the newly found intimacy, the pleasure of Talia's bare body resting against his, and delightful sparks that danced over his skin wherever they touched.

From the waist down, they were covered with a blanket that concealed their intertwined legs. Damon was on his back, cradling in his arms Talia who was facing him, her head was on his shoulder, and her palm rested on his chest.