Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains. I woke up slowly, still wrapped in Damien’s arms, my body pressed against his.
The events of last night came rushing back in pieces. My thighs ached pleasantly, and there was a deep, satisfied soreness between my legs that made my face heat up with embarrassment and something else I didn’t want to name.
I tried to slip out of his embrace without waking him, but his arm tightened around my waist immediately, pulling me back against his chest.
“Stay,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. His lips brushed the back of my neck. “Just a little longer. I like waking up with you like this.”
I froze, heart beating faster. “Damien… I need to get up.”
“Please,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Five more minutes. Let me
