Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting the room in soft gold. I woke slowly, my body deliciously sore in ways I had only read about. Damien’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his warm chest pressed to my back, breath steady against my neck. For a moment, I let myself enjoy it, the solid weight of him, the scent of salt and sex still clinging to our skin. Then reality hit. Marcus was just down the hall. I tensed, heart kicking into a frantic rhythm. Damien stirred behind me, his hand tightening possessively on my hip before he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep and satisfaction. “We can’t stay like this,” I whispered, even as I arched slightly into his touch. “Marcus could wake up any second.” Damien hummed, clearly in no hurry. His fingers traced lazy circles on my bare stomach, dipping lower until they brushed the sensitive skin between my thighs. I bit back a gasp. “One more minute,”
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