Elara
Elara’s eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian’s penthouse. The city skyline stretched out like a kingdom at his feet and hers, for the moment. She stretched languidly beneath the silk sheets, her body still humming from the night before. Every muscle carried the delicious ache of his possession, a reminder that she was no longer just Elara Voss, the ambitious project manager. She was his.
Damian stood at the foot of the bed, already dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders and lean frame like a second skin. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and those piercing gray eyes watched her with the quiet intensity of a predator who had already won the hunt.
“Good morning, little one,” he s
