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Wanna Whisk My Eggs?

Penulis: Bree
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-30 22:31:49

Damien’s POV

The first brush of the morning sun flashed into my eyes as I peered them open. Isabella was still flush against my chest, her hand sprawled over me like she was holding on for dear life. God, if she knew what that did to me… I wanted her to hold me like that even when she was awake, willingly, desperately.

But I know that won’t happen yet. But very soon, it will.

I studied her face, committing every detail to memory as if my life depended on it. Her lashes brushed her cheeks like fragile fans, her lips slightly parted, the softest pink, tempting and infuriating all at once. Her nose, delicate and small, wrinkled every time she breathed too deeply, like she was fighting even in her dreams. My beautiful little warrior. My stubborn little prisoner.

I lifted her hand from my chest and pressed soft, feathery kisses along each knuckle, slow and deliberate, savoring the faint shiver that rolled through her even in sleep. Her skin was so soft I almost groaned into it.

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