Elena woke to sunlight slicing through blackout curtains that had been left cracked open. The penthouse bedroom smelled like sex, cedar cologne, and the faint metallic tang of danger still clinging to Luca’s skin.
She was naked under silk sheets that cost more than most people’s rent. Her body ached in the best way thighs sore, core tender, faint bruises blooming on her hips where his fingers had gripped her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
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