Aria's POV
I woke up tangled in silk sheets that still carried Damian's scent.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse bedroom, and I blinked groggily, my body deliciously sore in all the right places.
Last night had been... intense. My cheeks flushed at the memory of Damian's hands on my skin, his mouth claiming every inch of me, the way he'd made me come apart over and over until I'd lost count.
I reached across the bed, but his side was already cold. Of course he'd left—an Alpha King didn't have the luxury of lazy mornings, even after a night like that.
But when I padded into my kitchen, still wearing nothing but a shirt that I'd pulled on, I found lunch waiting on the marble counter.
A perfectly seared salmon fillet with a si
