The next morning...
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, golden glow across the room.
Delilah stirred, still nestled against Marco’s chest, his arm resting protectively around her.
A soft smile crept across her face as the memories of last night resurfaced, every passionate moment vivid in her mind.
She finally felt the edge of those dirty dreams soften, her desires finally realized in Marco’s arms.
She stretched slightly, savoring the pleasant soreness that reminded her of how he’d claimed her as his.
Turning her head, she saw him watching her with a warm, lazy smile, his eyes gentle but glinting with satisfaction.
His hair was tousled, and his morning scruff made him look ruggedly irresistible.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and husky
