Ethan's POV
I woke up to the first rays of sunlight streaming through the partially open curtains. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was—the haziness of sleep still clouding my mind. Then I felt the warm body pressed against mine, and everything rushed back.
Isabella lay beside me, still fast asleep. Her hair was spread across the white pillow, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. The sheet had slipped down during the night, exposing her naked body to the waist. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the n*****s I'd sucked raw last night now a soft pink again.
She looked peaceful and innocent, which was amusing, considering what we had done to each other the previous night. My body was pleasantly sore, and I could see faint marks on her skin where I had gripped he
