And I did.
Slow at first.
Then deeper.
Then, completely, as I pushed inside her. I thought I might explode like a teenager. The need to please her took over, and that’s what I did.
The world outside could burn—
because in that moment, nothing existed except Nora’s soft gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders, my name on her lips…
And the unshakable knowledge that I would burn down the world to protect her.
14
Nora
Iwoke slowly, as if surfacing from warm water.
Soft sheets.
Filtered morning light.
A heavy arm across my waist.
Steady breathing at my back.
For one blissful second, I didn’t remember anything except the way Wolf’s lips had felt on my skin, his voice murmuring my name, the way he held me afterward like I was something precious. About the times during the night when his mouth drove me insane, crying out his name.
Then I remembered the shadow outside.
The creak in the hallway.
The camera footage.
But wrapped in Wolf’s arms… nothing felt dangerous.
I shifted slightly, and his arm tightened, pulling me closer until my back settled against his chest. His breath brushed the curve of my shoulder.
“Morning,” he murmured—voice rough, sleep-thick, deeper than usual.
My stomach fluttered. “Morning.”
He didn’t let go.
Didn’t move away.
Just tucked me in closer, like we’d been doing this for years instead of one wild, terrifying, perfect night.
The room was warm. Safe. Quiet.
And for the first time since all of this started, I felt like I could breathe.
After a moment, I rolled gently to face him.
Wolf was lying on his side, hair mussed, lashes dark against his cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. But still undeniably him—strong jaw, scruff, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth as he looked at me.
“Sleep okay?” he asked.
