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Sienna’s POV
I woke up to the scent of him. It was everywhere. On the sheets tangled around my legs, on my skin, still lingering in the air. My body ached in ways I’d never felt before.
Nathaniel Holt had wrecked me. And I wanted more.
Rolling onto my back, I stretched, my body still humming from the night before. My n*****s were hard against the sheets, my thighs sticky with moist the proof of what we had done. I let my fingers trail down my stomach, brushing over the bruises he’d left on my hips, before dipping lower—
The bedroom door swung open, and I jolted upright, yanking the sheets up to cover myself. Nathaniel stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the thick outline beneath them.
His gaze sw
