My eyelashes trembled for a moment before opening completely. Although my mind still floated between dreams, my body remembered. It remembered with too much clarity. Every caress. Every bite. Every dark word he whispered in my ear with that deep voice that seemed to brush against my soul.
I moved slightly, and the touch of the Egyptian linen sheets against my naked skin gave me goosebumps. The only thing I was wearing were the lace stockings, still firmly attached to my thighs. He... also remained the same, as if time hadn't advanced since last night. As if the intensity of his dominance had stayed imprinted between us, floating in the room like an invisible shadow.
I turned carefully, each movement measured, as if afraid to wake him. And then I saw him.
