The first rays of January sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of our master suite, casting a soft, golden glow over the rumpled silk sheets that still carried the faint scent of lavender oil from last night's indulgence. I stirred slowly, my body heavy with the lingering satisfaction of Elias's touches, the delicious ache in my muscles a sweet reminder of how he'd claimed me so thoroughly in the bathtub.
Every movement was deliberate, but the warmth of Elias's body pressed against my back made it all worthwhile, his arm draped possessively over my hip, his large hand splayed protectively across my swollen belly.
Our daughter gave a lazy flutter beneath his palm, as if greeting the morning with a gentle nudge, and I smiled sleepily, nestling deeper into his embrace. The bon
