Chapter 6
Elena’s POV
Damien’s hands explored my body with growing hunger. His fingers squeezed my soft belly, gripped my thick thighs, and cupped my full breasts through the delicate fabric of my wedding dress. I moaned softly into his mouth. I was lost in the heat of his possessive kiss. For one beautiful moment, everything felt real.
The holy vows we had spoken in the garden, the sacred ceremony under the flowers, and the way he had looked at me with such intensity at the altar all blended into something warm and hopeful.
Then his phone vibrated sharply on the nightstand.
A message flashed across the screen before he could silence it. I caught the words clearly. “Miss you tonight, baby.”
It was from one of his w***e. The intimate tone hit me like cold water rushing over my skin.
