Amelia woke up before the sun did.
The room was still cloaked in shadows, the soft blue-gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Her body ached in places that felt unfamiliar—her inner thighs sore, her lips swollen, her skin painted with the memory of his hands, his mouth, his anger. His need.
Her heart beat slow, heavy. The silence was too loud. Too intimate.
And then she remembered where she was.
Who she was with.
And what she’d let happen again.
Enzo’s arm was draped across her waist, holding her to him like she’d try to escape the moment he stopped touching her. Like his body was the lock, and she the prisoner.
He was still asleep. For now.
But even in sleep, he looked... dangerous. Jaw clenched, breath deep but sharp, like he was ready to wake up and fight whoever tr
