Velvet’s POV

The morning came too quickly.

My body still remembered him, his warmth, his weight, the way his touch made the world blur. My body ached from the intensity of the pleasure from the night before. Every movement reminded me of him, his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing me into the sheets until I forgot where I ended and he began.

Zavian had ruined me in every way a man could.

Sunlight slid across the floor, soft and golden, warming the tangled sheets that still smelled like him. I reached for his side of the bed, but it was empty. His side of the bed had gone cold.My...