Alpha Torrin and I continue the next couple of rounds of our lovemaking when we return to the bedroom.
He thrusts inside me with a pace that steals my breath away. Our skin slaps together as the bed creaks beneath us. My hands fly to my mouth to stifle the moans threatening to escape, desperate not to wake Harper, who's asleep in the next room.
I reach my climax first, and he follows a few moments later. He releases a satisfied moan as he empties all of his seed inside me. Then he collapses beside me, and I sink against his sweaty, perfectly sculpted figure.
"I love you, Torrin."
I glance up, only to see him already asleep, never hearing the reply I'm yearning for.
The fact that he doesn't say "I love you too," like he did the last time we made love, tells me he hasn't recovered even the smallest piece of his bond with me despite being intimate with me all night.
My heart aches, but I force myself to remain optimistic.
If we keep being like this, keep trying…
