Sylvain Reynard

Then I’m glad I’m your first.”

She tightened her grip on his hand. “You’re my last, Gabriel. My only.”

Being without you, Julianne, is like enduring an endless night without stars.

confident of her regard for him.

That sick fucker really did a number on her.

might decide it’s a taste you want to acquire, once you’ve tried it a few times.”

some of the more intimate sound

much he loved her and to reassure her

Julia switched the alarm off and closed her eyes, just for a moment.

Gabriel was asleep next to her, his face half-buried in a pillow, his arm slung over her abdomen. In fact, he was snoring—the obnoxious sound fortuitously muffled by the pillow.

He’d had a busy day. He’d responded to the University of Edinburgh, accepting the position of Sage Lecturer. They’d cautioned him to keep news of his appointment secret from everyone except his employer until the formal announcement and gala, which they wanted to schedule as soon as possible.

He’d tumbled into bed just after the late-night feeding. And now he snored. It appeared the Professor could sleep through Clare’s cries.