Chapter 71

• Juliee woke before the sun.
• The room was warm with the scent of sex, skin, and the faint smoke of the candle wax that had burned low into thick puddles on the dresser. Her thighs ached in the best way. Her skin still tingled where he’d touched her—every mark he’d left a brand, every bruise a reminder that she was wanted, worshipped, kept.
• Christian lay on his stomach beside her, face turned toward her pillow, one arm stretched across the mattress like his body refused to let her drift too far.