Taking her

Donato’s POV

I woke before the afternoon sun had fully risen, as I always did. My body was too trained, too disciplined to stay down even when I wanted to. For a long moment I didn’t move. I lay there, silent, watching the soft rise and fall of the woman curled against me.

Sienna.

Her hair was spread over my arm, a dark tangle that smelled faintly of my skin and her sweetness. Her lips were parted