“Hey,” he says, spinning around so I’m looking at him. “It felt different and special to me too, Blair.” He kisses my cheek, and I tuck my face against his pec. “Go to sleep, little witch. I’m sure you’re going to have sweet dreams.”

Sweet dreams don’t even compare to how I sleep next to Dax. It’s like I get to live out our night together from his point of view, seeing how he views me. It’s amazing, the way he looks at me, like I’m sweet but powerful. How much he enjoys himself as he tastes and touches me. I’m not sure how my subconscious knew I needed these affirmations, but I sleep long and hard, not wanting to escape the images my mind has conjured.

“Well, isn’t this cute,” my cousin coos from my door frame.

I crack an eyelid and see Dax is basically snuggling me like I’m a teddy bear. One of his massive legs on top of mine, his hand draped around my waist, his lips at my throat.

“Fuck off, Stevie,” I say, trying to get her to leave me alone. Trying not to shift my weight and not wake Dax.

“No can do. We need to talk about the screeching woman in the basement.”

“Is it wrong that I forgot about my captive?”

“It appears you were quite preoccupied,” Stevie says, giving me a wink. I notice the bite mark on her neck and roll my eyes.

I point to her throat with my one free hand. “Looks like you are one to talk.”

Her hand clamps around her throat. “Fuck, I meant to glamour that before I came home.”

“Let me just wake Dax up, and then we will deal with Clover.”

“Uh, huh? I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready.” She shuts the door softly behind her and Dax’s grip around my waist tightens, and he kisses my throat gently.

“I guess this means no morning sex?”

“I could put up a silencing charm,” I say playfully.

He kisses my throat and groans. I can feel his hardness against my hip. “I need to meet up with Asmo, anyway. We have some work to do.”

“Care to share?”

“I think we both shared enough last night,” he says, placing another kiss on my throat.

“Well, if you don’t stop kissing me, there’s only one way for this to go.”

He kisses me again. “I know, fuck. All right, I’m getting up.”

Dax stands completely naked as he collects his clothes and starts getting dressed. Why is that little jump thing they do into their pants so hot?

“Can I take you out again?” he asks, and my stupid black heart grows a little bit.

“Maybe,” I say. He doesn’t smile. He leans over the bed and cups my jaw.