(Isabella’s POV)
I woke up slowly, feeling like I was floating up from a deep, warm, and peaceful ocean. The first thing I became aware of was the soft morning light filtering through the blinds of the massive bedroom window, painting soft, golden stripes across the room. The second thing was the incredible, deep ache in my body. It was not a painful ache. It was a pleasant, heavy soreness, a physical reminder of the wild, passionate, and desperate way Alessandro had loved me all night long. He had taken me over and over again, his desperate need for me a match for my own, and I had lost count of the number of times I had cried out his name in pleasure.
A small, secret smile touched my lips. I felt deliciously, wonderfully exhausted. I was wrapped in sheets that felt like silk and smelle
