Claimed
Damon’s gaze flicked downward.
Following his eyes, Samantha gasped. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, leaving her bare chest entirely exposed. Worse still, her skin was covered in faint, rose-colored marks left behind by his mouth.
"What the—!" She yanked the blanket up to her chin, clutching it tightly to her chest.
A faint chuckle escaped Damon's lips.
Samantha glared up at him. "What's so funny?"
Instead of answering, Damon simply offered a quiet smile, shook his head, and stood up from the mattress.