Elena’s POV
In the morning I woke up wrapped in his arms, my body still pleasantly sore from the slow, emotional night we had shared. His chest rose and fell steadily against my back, one large hand resting possessively on my stomach even in sleep. For a moment, everything felt peaceful. Almost normal.
Damien stirred behind me, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck. “Good morning, my fiancée,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” I whispered, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were soft, happier than I had seen them in a long time. It made me want to believe this was the right decision.
He kissed me deeply, slow and tender at first, then with growing hunger. His hand slid down my body, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my n****e. “I can’t stop thinking abou
