The man's hoarse voice sounded by her ear, his warm breath sending a paralyzing tingle through her.
Holly Sinclair trembled uncontrollably.
Her brows furrowed as she snapped, "Let go!"
She thought her voice would sound commanding, but the moment the words left her lips, she realized her tone was even hoarser and more seductive than his.
It sounded less like a warning and more like she was pouting.
Tristan Sterling was still lost in a sweet dream, basking in the sated satisfaction of their lovemaking, his mind not yet fully awake.
He had truly given his all, holding nothing back.
He had finally, with great difficulty, purged the "poison" from her system and closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to hold his beloved and sleep soundly.
But the moment he did, he felt his arms go empty.
He instinctively reached out and scooped the woman trying to leave back into his embrace.
