HARPER

Morning light slipped through the blinds and landed across my bare skin. I stirred in Damien's bed, sore in the best way, his marks blooming dark on my breasts and thighs. His fingers traced them slowly, possessive, like he was claiming every inch all over again. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my ass, twitching when I shifted back into him.

"One more time before the storm hits, sis," he murmured against my neck, voice still rough from sleep. "Let me show you how much I love you already."

I turned in his arms, heart flipping at the word. Love. Not just heat or debt. "Damien, the...