Ghosts of the Past

Roxana POV

My muscles ached in the best possible way, a lingering reminder of Orion’s massive knot stretching my vaginal walls far beyond their normal limits last night. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling a deep, satisfied hum in my blood. Orion followed right on my heels, his large hand resting casually on my lower back as we walked into Draven’s expansive kitchen. The rich smell of fresh coff