Ivy’s POV
The morning sun slides across my bare back, warm and lazy, like a lover’s caress. I stretch with a low moan, my entire body sore in the most delicious ways. My thighs ache. My neck bears faint bite marks. And between my legs… well, let’s just say Alexander left a very possessive reminder of last night.
I roll over slowly, expecting him beside me. But he’s not in the bed.
He’s standing shirtless by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing nothing but black pajama pants that hang dangerously low on his hips. The sunlight kisses every line of his toned back, and the sight alone has my mouth watering.
He’s on the phone, voice calm, commanding, but low enough that I can’t hear the words. His entire presence screams power. And mine. All f*****g mine.
I grin, mischief curling inside me
