Roxy sat entirely enveloped in Zarek's massive arms, anchored securely to his lap on the only armchair that had survived the afternoon.
She had just taken a long, blisteringly hot shower to scrub the freezing saltwater and the suffocating tension of the Deep Spires from her skin.
She was wearing a pair of soft, clean sleep shorts and one of Zarek's oversized black silk shirts she liked on him.
But a shower wasn't enough for the Dragon Alpha.
Zarek was currently worshipping her, his face buried deep in the crook of her neck. He inhaled sharply, dragging his nose along her collarbone, aggressively trying to rub the lingering, phantom scent of the sea, out of her pores.
His thick arms were locked around her waist like iron bands, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe, but Roxy didn't push him away.
After understanding the sheer trauma he had endured while she was trapped under the ocean, his heavy, suffocating possessiveness felt like what she needed right now.
