Iliana’s POV:
The first thing I felt after waking up was the sweet pain I would love to get used to. I yawned and tried to stretch, only to wince because I was sore in places I never knew could feel pleasure.
I rolled over the mattress, instinctively reaching for the man who whispered filthy poetry to me while worshipping every inch of my body last night. Even though I knew he wouldn’t be there, my heart still sank when I found the bed cold and empty.
Wrapped around in the tangled sheets, I lay still and stared at the ceiling, already missing his warmth. My body was still humming with the remnants of last night, my lips tingling with every kiss, my skin burning with every touch.
I glanced at my wrists and spotted faint marks where he had tied me. Even though the fabric was silk and sof
