The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Alina stirred, her body aching in the most delicious way, a reminder of Adrian’s possessive touch from the night before. She felt the warmth of his arm draped over her waist, his body pressed against hers, as if even in sleep, he refused to let her go.
She turned slightly, her eyes meeting his. Adrian was already awake, his dark gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart race. His fingers lazily traced circles on her bare skin, his touch both tender and possessive.
“Good morning, Mrs. Black,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
Alina’s heart fluttered. “I’m not Mrs. Black,” she whispered with a faint smile.
His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and something deeper—something dangerous
