The room was still dark. The chandelier was only half lit, creating shadows on the gently swaying walls.

Damian sat on the side of the bed, staring at Elena with dark eyes full of obsession. But, something he didn't notice-Elena's fingers began to move. The woman's breathing began to get heavy. Little by little, her consciousness began to return.

Elena groaned softly. Her head felt heavy, her body felt weak. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes. Vaguely, she saw Damian's figure right in front of her.

Damian was enjoying Elena's breasts. Damian was sipping and kissing Elena's breasts until they turned red.

"Damian...?" Elena's voice sounded hoarse, weak,...