Damon twist and turned until he laid flat on his back in the center of the large bed. Slowly, he realized he could no longer move his arms or his legs. It was not because he was tied down, but because his body felt heavy, captured by the sweet, scent of lavender that filled the air.
"Camilla," Damon said as he opened his eyes. His deep voice was a rough, quiet whisper that echoed softly in the quiet space.
He watched Camilla. She was standing right beside the edge of the mattress looking at him.
Slowly, without breaking her intense gaze, Camilla reached her hands to her shoulders. She slid her soft, pink silk nightgown down. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her completely bare.
Damon swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, and his heart began to hammer wildly against his ribs. The heat in his chest was burning.
