Page 162 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Then I realise it’s Sienna.

She’s tossing beside me, sweat dampening her skin, her brow furrowed in distress whilst her aura shimmers around her. Unease instantly claws through my chest.

“Sienna,” I murmur, reaching for her immediately. “Darling.”

She doesn’t respond properly, only murmuring something incoherent beneath her breath.

My heart tightens.

“Sienna,” I repeat more firmly, shaking her gently.

Her eyes finally flutter open.

For a moment, she looks confused, blinking slowly as she looks around the room before her gaze settles on me. I cup her face instantly, brushing damp strands of hair away from her forehead as I search her eyes carefully.

“Are you ok?” I ask quietly.

She exhales shakily before nodding faintly, though I can still feel the tension pouring through the bond.

Her eyes drift shut briefly as she rests her head against my chest, exhausted.

“We need to go to Russia,” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her immediately, rubbing my hand slowly up and down her back as she curls against me. “Ok,” I murmur without hesitation. “Then we’ll go.”

She sighs softly when I kiss her shoulder.

“I need…” she pauses, swallowing slightly before tilting her head back to look at me, desire flickering in her eyes, “I need a distraction.”

The look she gives me after those words makes my cock harden, and she smirks victoriously at that, leaning up and kissing me passionately.

I kiss her back instantly, deeper this time, pouring reassurance and love into the kiss as I pull her fully on top of me. Her body settles against mine perfectly, warm and soft beneath my hands, and despite the lingering tension in her aura, I feel her slowly begin to relax against me.

Whatever she saw in that dream terrified her.

But I know her.

She’ll tell me when she’s ready.

My hands glide over her body comfortingly, holding her close whilst her kisses grow hungrier. Heat coils low in my stomach as she shifts against me and I groan quietly into her mouth.

“Sienna…” I murmur against her lips.

She kisses me harder in response, her fingers tangling in my hair before trailing lower, making my breath catch slightly as she guides me closer.

“And after Russia,” she whispers breathlessly against my mouth, “I want to join the Blood Moon Pack.”

I stare up at her for a second, my chest tightening with emotion at the determination in her voice even now.

“As you wish, Darling,” I murmur softly, my grip tightening on her hips as she wraps her hand around my dick and slides me into her. I suck in a breath as she moans, and then she begins riding me.

Goddess.

She’s fucking breathtaking like this.

Her hair falls around her in a messy cascade, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing me whilst her eyes remain half-lidded with desire and lingering emotion. There’s something intoxicating about the way she looks at me now, vulnerable yet powerful all at once, like she trusts me enough to fall apart in my arms completely.

And when her gaze locks onto mine again, dark with hunger and need despite everything haunting her mind, I realise there’s no chance either of us is sleeping tonight.