Sunlight filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the isolated cabin, casting soft golden streaks across the wooden floorboards. The storm had finally passed sometime during the night, leaving behind only the steady drip of water from the roof and the distant, soothing rhythm of waves crashing against the rocky coast. Elena stirred slowly, her entire body deliciously sore and aching in ways that brought vivid memories flooding back, the fear, the violence, the raw, desperate passion that had consumed them both.
She was completely naked, tangled intimately in Damien’s strong, protective arms. Her head rested on his broad, muscled chest, listening to the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. Strong. Alive. Real. She traced a trembling finger lightly over one of the fresh bandages o
