I woke up to soft sunlight bleeding into the room through the large windows, warming my bare skin. The bed felt like heaven, the sheets soft and smelling faintly of him. My hand reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, but he wasn’t there. My eyes fluttered open slowly, and I blinked into the emptiness of the room.
Lucian was gone.
My heart sank a little, but then I noticed how well I was covered, how the blanket had been pulled up to my chest, tucking me in as though I were something delicate, precious. A blush crawled up my cheeks as last night’s memories flooded in—how he touched me, kissed me, how he made me beg. The blindfold, the straps, the way he praised me, whispered filthy sweet things in my ears. I let out a little squeal and kicked my feet under the sheets, cov
