Morana's Point Of View
The sun hadn't even fully risen yet, but I was already awake, my eyes fluttering open to soft morning light streaming through the sheer curtains of my bedroom. The golden rays danced gently across my skin, but all I could feel… was him.
Nikolai.
His touch still lingered like a phantom across my thighs. My body ached in the most dangerous way, a slow-burning awareness that pulsed deep in my core. I turned slightly, as if half-expecting him to be beside me but of course, he wasn't. He had left with that smug smirk of his and a casual promise to haunt my dreams.
And the bastard did.
I blinked up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling far too fast for someone who had just woken up. My skin was flushed, hypersensitive, tingling at the memory of his fingers… the way he had looked at me when I told him he was my first… the way his voice dropped when he said he intended to keep it that way.
Heat flared low in my belly again.
God.
