I awoke in soft darkness, enveloped in a warmth that wasn't mine but that I felt as much my own as the air I breathed. My body was heavy, satiated, every muscle surrendered after the storm that had been Lucian. I could barely move, but I didn't want to either. It was as if my bones still burned with fire and my skin was tattooed with his mouth.
Lucian held me against his chest, as if he couldn't let me go even in sleep. His arm encircled my waist forcefully, too possessive to be a simple gesture of rest. I felt the heat of his skin, firm, burning, and I was certain that I had become something he no longer intended to let escape.
I opened my eyes slowly. The room was in twilight, illuminated only by the moon slipping between the curtains. The silk sheets were cold in contrast to the heat of his skin. Then I saw him. Lucian looked at me.
