Chapter 35 —The Next Morning

Narrator:

The sun filtered through the curtains, painting the room with a warm, lazy hue. Aylin blinked slowly, feeling the weight of sleep still trapped in her eyelids. Her body ached in all the right places, her skin still tingling with the memory of the night before. She shifted slightly and then felt him. Roman. His arm was around her waist, his slow breath against her neck, his presence enveloping her even in sleep.

Aylin swallowed, feeling her pulse quicken involuntarily.

The chaos of the night before flooded her mind in a whirlwind of images. His mouth, his tongue, his hands. His damn way of making her lose control, of twisting her until she was begging, trembling, broken in the best possible way.

And now... she was trapped in his embrace.

She moved her leg carefully, but as soon as she slid an inch, she felt the pressure of his fingers digging deeper into her waist.

“No,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Aylin froze.

“Roman...”

He buried hi