When she awoke in the morning, the ropes and silk were gone, but she still felt the reassuring weight and thrum of his magic at her throat where his collar rested. More so, she felt the familiar heat of his forearm against her belly, the beat of his heart against her back. Forever. She wanted this forever. She shifted in his arms to find him also awake, regarding her with affection. His eyes flicked to her collar and back to her eyes, amused, mischievous. She flushed but did not refute it. Yes, she’d been too exhausted to dismiss it the night before but now? Now she didn’t want to. 