Naomi’s pov :
I woke up tangled in Elias's sheets, my body aching in the most delicious, sinful ways from last night. The memories flooded back in a rush,his hands pinning me, his mouth devouring every inch of me, the mirror forcing me to watch my own surrender.
Heat bloomed in my cheeks just thinking about it, my skin still tingling from his bites and pinches, marks hidden under my loose blouse and jeans. The bond hummed contentedly between us, a warm undercurrent that made my heart flutter despite the lingering guilt over our twisted history.
I slipped out of his room before dawn, sneaking back to mine like a thief, but the soreness between my thighs was a constant reminder.
Gods, what was I becoming? Shy and flustered, I avoided mirrors as I dressed, not wanting to see the
