Eve dressed herself in front of the mirror beside the bed, adorned in a light lavender gown that moved with every movement she made, making her appear as though she were floating rather than standing. The gown had been personally chosen by Ivan for her comfort, and it truly was just that, soft, feather light, and effortless to wear. Eve loved it.
She studied her reflection, her blue eyes drifting to her delicate neck, now marked with numerous love bites. An inward sigh escaped her at the thought of Ivan's wilder side, a side she still loved dearly, even if it had cost her a touch of her once flawless skin.
