It was impossible to know how much time had passed. Or how many times Bennett had pushed her over the edge from control to ecstasy in no time flat. But Stella could not care less.
In that moment, having Bennett’s two strong arms wrapped around her as he snored gently in her ear was all her life required. And she was loving every second of it.
A niggling worry kept trying to crawl out of the back of her brain as she dosed peacefully in Bennett’s silk sheets.
Stella rolled over, pushed it aside. She stared at Bennett. He was a handsome man.
Mysterious. Wealthy. A shifter.
She felt safe with him. Protected. Like never before.
Stella’s pulse picked up.
Because before she met him, she’d never needed that kind of life-or-death safety. That level of protection.
The wool fell from her eyes. Things were becoming clearer to her now.
What he offered. He was also the cause of.