The first rays of dawn barely kissed the skyline when I awoke, tangled in the sheets and still trembling from the night’s intensity. Conley lay beside me, his arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me closer into the warmth of his body. Even in sleep, he radiated control, power, and an undeniable magnetism that left me trembling, both terrified and exhilarated.
I traced the line of his jaw with my fingertips, savoring the faint stubble, the heat, the steady rhythm of his breathing. Memories of last night—every gasp, every moan, every claim—flashed vividly through my mind. I was his. Completely. No doubts. No hesitations. Just surrender.
Conley stirred, lips brushing my shoulder, eyes fluttering open. “Good morning, my girl,” he murmured, voice low and husky, filled with the promi
