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The golden light of dawn spilled into the grand bedroom, brushing over silk sheets and polished marble floors. Emery stirred, her body sore in ways she had never known before. Every little shift reminded her of what had happened between her and Damian the night before his touch, his heat, the way he had looked at her like she was his entire world.
She rolled onto her side, catching the sight of Damian standing before the mirror in a crisp black suit. His tie lay loose around his neck as he adjusted his cufflinks. He was a man carved out of power and discipline, yet the softness in his gaze when he noticed her awake threatened to undo every wall she had built around herself.
“You should rest today,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low and commanding. “Your body needs it.”
