Light filtered through heavy burgundy curtains, casting the opulent bedroom in muted golden hues. Samantha stirred first, her body protesting the movement with a delicious ache that spoke of the night's passionate endeavors. They had made love countless times throughout the long hours—sometimes tender, sometimes fierce, always consuming. Each coupling had been different, exploring facets of their bond that seemed to deepen with every touch, every kiss, every breathless surrender.
Marcus's arm tightened around her waist instinctively, even in sleep unwilling to let her stray far. His face, usually sharp with ancient wariness, was softened by genuine peace—a rare sight that made her heart clench with unexpected tenderness. Dark lashes fanned against his cheekbones, and she could see the faint lines of contentment around his eyes that hadn't been there before.
