| Casmira's POV |
The sound of waves crashing against the shore pulls me from my sleep, and I feel Draven's warmth pressed against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist. A lazy smile curves my lips as I recall our morning—a whirlwind of passion and whispers that left me blissfully breathless.
I'm tempted to stay in bed just a bit longer, basking in his embrace, but before I can sink deeper into the mattress, his lips brush against the nape of my neck, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
"Good morning again," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Good morning," I reply, suppressing a giggle when his fingers gently trace patterns on my bare stomach.
"You hungry?" he asks, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, and I feel my cheeks heat up at the insinuation beh
