**Elena’s POV **
The morning light slipped through the curtains, soft and warm on my bare skin.
Every time I shifted, my body reminded me of him. There was a dull, throbbing ache between my thighs and a tender soreness in my hips I had never felt before. I realized with a start that Stefano’s arm was still draped heavily across my waist. His bare chest was pressed tightly against my back, and I could feel his steady, rhythmic breathing at the nape of my neck.
He was still here, holding me, which surprised me. He didn't leave the room.
My heart swelled, stupid and hopeful at the thought.
I shifted a little, and every muscle ached, especially between my thighs.
Last night... God, last night.
Heat rushed to my face at the memory — his hands everywhere, his mouth, and the way he'd groa
