Sunlight poured through the immense floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien Blackwood’s penthouse master suite, illuminating the sprawling king-sized bed draped in the finest Egyptian cotton sheets. Elara Voss stirred slowly, her body heavy with a delicious exhaustion she had never known. Every muscle ached in the most intimate ways. Memories from the night before crashed over her like waves: the commanding press of Damien’s lips, the way his skilled tongue had coaxed her first shattering release, the burning stretch as he claimed her virginity with controlled power, and the raw sound of his groan as he emptied himself deep inside her.
She sat up, instinctively pulling the sheet over her bare breasts, her long chestnut hair tumbling in disarray down her back. Her eyes scanned the room—the mode
