As the shadows of evening lengthened across the room, Eilika stirred awake.
She felt a bit sore despite the warm bath Damian had drawn for her earlier.
The memory of their intimate encounter rushed back, causing her heart to flutter wildly and once again heat rose on her cheeks. She pulled the velvet quilt higher over her shoulders just as a sudden rumble from her stomach broke the quiet.
Their passion had escalated so entirely that the lunch meal had been completely forgotten.
She shifted into a sitting position, smoothing down the simple silk nightgown Damian had carefully dressed her in while she drifted off.
Before she could swing her legs over the edge of the mattress, the doors of the room creaked open, and she turned her head toward the entrance.
Damian entered the bedroom carrying a silver tray, pausing briefly as he caught her gaze. "You are awake," he noted, surprise softening his sharp features. "How do you feel?"
