Emma woke to the soft press of lips against her throat—slow, lazy kisses that sent a shiver down her spine. Her body hummed with a sweet soreness, memories of last night flickering behind her closed eyelids.
Damn. He wasn’t just good. He was sinful.
She cracked her eyes open to find Damien hovering above her, his dark hair tousled, the morning sun casting gold across his sharp cheekbones. For once, he looked almost… soft.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Damien murmured, his voice rough with sleep, the warmth of it wrapping around her like a soft blanket.
Emma stretched slowly, a low sigh escaping her lips as a pleasant ache pulsed between her thighs. She glanced at him with a teasing smile. “Mmm. Someone was very energetic last night.”
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as
