I woke up sore in places I didn’t even know could hurt. The bedroom was dark except for the soft gray light leaking through the blinds.
Damien was already awake, watching me intensely like I was going to run away . His hair was a mess, eyes heavy like he didn't get any sleep, but there was something different in the way he looked at me. Not just hungry but possessive, like he was memorizing every inch.
I shifted under the sheet and winced. “Morning.”
He didn’t smile. Just reached out and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re still swollen here.”
I touched the spot he’d bitten last night. It was tender. “Your fault.”
“Good.” His voice was low. Rough from sleep. “I want everyone to see it.”
I blinked. “What?”
He sat up with the sheet falling to his waist. Muscles shifted as he
