The morning sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, casting golden rays across the room. Isabella stirred under the weight of the silk sheets, her mind still tangled in the haze of the night before. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known could ache, a lingering reminder of Damien’s intensity. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word had left its mark, and she wasn’t sure if she felt whole or fractured.
Turning onto her side, she saw him. Damien lay next to her, his face calm in sleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. The sharp lines of his jaw and the slight furrow in his brow gave him an air of vulnerability she rarely saw when he was awake. Even now, in the quiet of the morning, his presence was magnetic, pulling her closer despite the walls she’d tried to build a
