Damien woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room and the warm weight of Aria curled against his chest.
Last night had been different, Just them. Making love slowly, Her soft gasps as he worshipped every inch of her body. The way she'd whispered his name like a prayer.
Afterward, they'd talked for hours. About the dinner. About his grandfather's approval. About what "all in" actually meant for them.
And then they'd made love again, even slower this time, until they'd both been trembling and exhausted and completely sated.
Now, watching her sleep in the morning light, her hair spread across his pillow, her face peaceful and vulnerable, Damien felt something shift in his chest.
This was it. This was what he wanted for the rest of his life.
No more holding back. No more protecting himself from potential betrayal. Just this....her beside him every morning, in his bed, in his life, permanently.
