Sienna lay in his arms. No. That was too ordinary.
Too small and disgustingly simple for what had just happened.
Sienna Ryujin Tiamat, the reincarnated Nether Goddess, the Ice Robot, the girl who treated affection like a security breach, was lying naked in Phei's bed, spooned into him so closely there was no room left for dignity, distance, or any of her usual weapons.
Her back rested against the solid warmth of his chest. His arm circled her waist with quiet possession, Phei's chin hovered near her hair, and every so often his fingers moved in slow, absent tenderness along her cheek—brushing a stray strand aside, tracing the clean line of her jaw as though he still could not fully believe she was there.
Sienna would have informed him, very calmly, that repeated contact with her face served no recognized purpose and could not be classified as treatment for post-intimacy fatigue.
Yet each time his fingers slid over her cheek, something warm and treacherous stirred within her.
