Elena’s POV
The morning after the intense night, I woke up sore in the best and worst ways. My body still remembered every hard thrust, every possessive grip, every time Damien had growled that I belonged to him. But my mind was clearer now, and the worry I’d pushed aside last night came rushing back full force.
Damien was already up, moving around the kitchen like he always did. I could smell coffee and toast. I pulled on one of his shirts and walked out barefoot, watching him from the doorway for a moment. He looked tense, shoulders rigid, movements a little too sharp. The same tension that had been building for days.
I took a deep breath and walked in. “Good morning.”
He turned, and for a second his eyes softened when they landed on me. He poured me a cup of coffee exactly how I lik
