Dawn filtered timidly through the curtains of the apartment, bathing the room in a grayish light that seemed unable to dispel the shadows clinging to every corner. Eliza opened her eyes slowly, feeling the weight of fatigue still on her eyelids. Her body was wrapped in an unfamiliar warmth, a sense of security that comforted her.
Her heart skipped a beat remembering the night before. The low whispers that had filled the air, the heat of lips that seemed to burn her skin, the caresses that had left invisible marks on her soul. A shiver ran down her back remembering how Damian had made her feel; desired, adored, as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world at that moment. Her cheeks turned a deep red as she recalled the most intimate moments, those in which the initial pain had transformed into an almost unbearable pleasure. He had been caring with her, yes, but also relentless, and that duality had her trapped.
