I woke up to soft light slipping through the tall windows, bathing the room in a quiet glow. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was.
Then I smelled it. Him.
The rich, dark scent that clung to the sheets and wrapped around me like an invisible tether. Masculine, cold, and addictive.
Lucian.
I blinked slowly, still groggy, and turned my head to the side.
The space beside me on the bed was empty.
He wasn’t there.
The sheets were slightly rumpled where he had slept, but the warmth was long gone. My heart gave a strange little flutter, and I didn’t know why.
I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling. The events of the night before came rushing back like waves crashing over me. Every word he said, every touch, every command… burned into my skin.
Oh God. Fuck....
I closed my eyes
