It was already late afternoon when I finally stirred beneath the thick, warm blankets
The golden afternoon light streamed in through the tall windows, casting a warm glow across the room. I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust.
my lashes fluttering as awareness crept back into my limbs, each one sore, tender, and deliciously aching from what Marvus and I shared in his bathroom this morninh.
I smiled as the memory of our little play esrlier played from the back of ny head. Now every throbing feelings in my bidy, every lingering heat beneath my skin whispered Marcus.
His touch.
His mouth.
His hands branding my body like I was something sacred, revered, worshipped.
The air still carried the scent of him, pinewood and wild earth, musk and smoke, and something deeper, older. Something that whispered of royal bloodlines and ancient power.
Something like King.
The scent made my chest squeeze.
Because he was still here.
