In His Hands: Held. In His Hands, #5

After the claiming comes the quiet. Not the kind that empties a room, but the kind that changes it. The kind that settles over skin still warm from surrender and turns something feral into something steady. Something tended. Something safe enough to keep. Amanda thought being his meant the intensity. The commands. The taking. The moment her body gave him everything he asked for and then some. But being his isn't only measured by what he can draw out of her.
It's measured by what he does with her afterward. How carefully he gathers her back into herself. How gently he proves that surrender was never meant to leave her stranded. Because possession without tenderness is hunger. And what he offers her is something far more dangerous. Care. Devotion. The quiet kind of love that knows exactly how to hold what it's already claimed.