ELARA Damien follows me to bed, but sleep doesn’t come easily for either of us.The master bedroom is vast and dark, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the restless ocean outside. The only light is the faint red glow of the bedside clock that reads 3:47 a.m. ....casting bloody shadows across the high ceiling and the silk sheets that feel cool and slippery against my overheated skin. Damien’s body is a furnace when he pulls me against his chest, spooning me possessively, with one heavy arm banded around my waist, his palm splayed flat over my stomach as if anchoring me to him, afraid I’ll slip away in the night.His breath is warm on my neck, steady at first, but I feel the tension thrumming through every muscle pressed to my back, it is hard, unyielding, and vibrating with barely leashed rage and fear. The scent of him surrounds me like a cloak...cedar cologne faded to warm skin, with faint sweat from the day’s stress, and his underlying musk of male heat that always makes my mou
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