The midday sun pierced through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow across the spacious bedroom. The air felt soft, yet Elena’s heart was racing. Her body was still trapped in Nathan’s embrace, his masculine scent so close it made her breath hitch slightly.

Nathan gazed at her intently, as if unwilling to miss even a second of admiring the face he loved. His fingers traced slowly down Elena’s back, sending waves of warmth through every inch of her skin. Without a word, Elena met his gaze, then reached for Nathan’s face and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss wasn’t gentle—it was hungry, deep, and possessive. Nathan felt every...