A slow smile spread across Declan's lips the instant he woke. Thoughts of Anastasia, her soft sighs and even softer flesh, flickered through his mind. A low growl rumbled in his chest.
"Mmmm, Ana," he murmured, his voice groggy. Stretching a hand behind him, he reached for her, hoping to have another sweet taste of her before the day began. The flat of his palm hit clod sheets.
"Anastasia?" Frowning, he slid his hand up and down the mattress, finding only expanse after expanse of bedding. Declan jackknifed. Flipping to his hands and knees, his gaze frantically scoured the sheets. Empty.
The first thought blazing through his mind was that someone had taken her from him. Blinding fury quaked so hard through his entire body that his arms and legs shook. Tossing the blanket off, he stormed
