K I A R A
I woke up to an empty bed. The scent of Damon lingered on the pillows and his side of the bed was cold, meaning he had being gone for a while.
I stretched, my body sore in a pleasant way. For a few hours, I had forgotten about my fears. In Damon's arms, I had felt safe. Protected. Cherished.
I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. These curves that I had hated so much when I was still with Nolan, now Damon worshipped them as if they were a masterpiece. The marks of Damon’s passion were scattered across my skin. A bite mark on my shoulder, bruises on my hips.
I felt a sense of pride looking at them. They were a sign of his love. A sign that I was his.
After showering, I got dressed and went to the kitchen to find something to ea
