ANNABEL
My eyes fluttered slowly, cracking open, first meeting darkness, then the sunlight flooding the room, bright as f**k. My vision cleared, adjusting to the rays, taking in the space around me. Damon wasn’t in bed, the sheets still warm, like he’d slipped out just minutes ago. I smiled, giggling like a damn fool, my body humming with memories of last night. My legs throbbed, my p***y still sore from how he f****d me senseless, my lips swollen from his kisses. I glanced at my t**s—marks everywhere, red and raw. When I touched them, they stung, sensitive as hell, and f**k, it felt good, like he’d branded me.
We’d gone from the bathroom to the bed, not crashing out till past 2 a.m., a sweaty, moaning mess. The door creaked open, and Damon strolled in, looking like a goddamn king. “Hell
