Chapter - 42
The morning sun still peeked through the heavy curtains, kissing Leo's face.
The room smelled like everything they had done this morning, sex and sweat. The bed was a mess. Pillows on the floor, sheets twisted and damp. It looked like a battlefield. And Leo conquered it.
Leo leaned back against the white and gold headboard, breathing slow and steady. His bare chest was red with scratches and bite marks. These were Lady Seraphine's love bites.
The bandage around his left arm was throbbing with pain. Every pulse felt like a needle pricking him constantly. But he didn't care. Pain just reminded him he was alive.
Meanwhile, Lady Seraphine lay on his chest, half sprawled across the mattress. Her golden hair was on his face. She was completely out cold, breathing deep.
She sometimes let out a tiny moan as if she was replaying all those moments in her dreams.
