The marks would fade within days, supernatural healing taking care of the visible evidence. But Silas knew the emotional evidence would remain. The memory of claiming her, of having her completely, of experiencing the depth of connection they shared.
His cock was already hardening just from looking at her, from being this close to her, from the simple reality of her presence in his bed.
Silas reached out slowly and traced a finger down the curve of her shoulder. The touch was light enough not to wake her, just enough to feel her skin, to remind himself that she was real.
Eve stirred slightly, her breathing changing as consciousness began to return. Her eyes fluttered open gradually, and for a moment she seemed confused, still caught between sleep and waking.
Then her eyes focused on him, and a slow smile spread across her face.
"Good morning," she said, her voice rough with sleep.
"Good morning," Silas replied. "I didn't mean to wake you."
