Reina’s POV
I woke to a dull headache pulsing behind my temples. As the fog of sleep cleared, the vivid, heat-flushed memories of last night rushed back.
The way I had practically begged for his touch, and the searing weight of his lips against mine. I squeezed my eyes shut, a blush creeping up my neck.
'He’s my husband now,' I told myself, trying to steady my racing heart. I didn’t regret the kiss, but a part of me felt a pang of lingering heat; Damon had been the one to pull back, his restraint proving stronger than my desperation.
Opening my eyes, I scanned the vast, sunlight-drenched bedroom. Once again, the space beside me was empty and cold. I wondered if this was his ritual, to vanish before I wake up.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my toes sinking into the rug. Jus
