She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I sense his envy.”
“I knew it!”
But she was coming to adore Adam’s territorial nature. Knowing her husband, he’d make love to her the moment she woke from this dream, making sure he could take full credit for any smile she carried throughout the day.
Cain stood and smiled down at her. “Then you better wake before your husband falls into a possessive rage.” His image flickered, carrying him closer to the horizon as the air trembled and the wind increased.
She always felt a twinge of remorse whenever he said goodbye. The gentle reminder that while she would wake in the home Adam built, in a bed beside her mate, Cain would remain alone in the world.
“Hurry now, before I make it rain on you,” he teased, hiding any sign of vulnerability.
Perhaps it was their connection that made her protect his secret and pride. She lifted her chin and yelled, “I’m an immortal, now. We love the rain.”
Thunder crashed and he was gone. The sky faded to whiter shades of pale before easing to black.
Annalise stretched against her husband’s familiar warmth and sighed. Adam’s lips pressed to her shoulder and she blinked awake. “Good morning.”
“Did I wake you, ainsicht?”
“You know you did.”
“Sometimes you smile in your sleep. I was feeling left out.”
She laughed, stretching out beneath him as he kissed a trail down her front. “You’re a territorial male.”
He chuckled and nuzzled the inner flesh of her thigh. “I never claimed not to be.”
He bit her hip and licked over the slope of her belly until his breath teased the damp, pink flesh of her sex. “Don’t tease, Adam.”
“I’m starved for you. Open your legs for me.”
She parted her thighs and gasped as he licked over her folds, hitching her hips closer and slipping her legs over his shoulder. He kissed the delicate pulse there.
“He can have your dreams, but I get you everywhere else.” His tongue pressed inside of her, gently stabbing and waking her body for his.
She arched into him, her fingers pulling softly at his hair as he made love to her with his mouth. “You have my heart.”
He loved her with exquisite slowness. Teasing her with kisses and claiming her with his possessive touch. He owned more than her heart. He owned her soul. Not because some cosmic power decided so, but because she gave him her love freely. She surrendered everything to him, and he never let her regret her decision to trust him again.
Adam was safe. He was her home, her heart, her soul, and her salvation. Their affection knew no bounds, and every day was a new adventure. Her heart, which had once been so empty, now overflowed with love.
He said she would save him, that she was his salvation. But she knew it had been him who saved her.
THE END