The golden rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of Lady Sofía's lavish chamber, casting a soft glow across the room.
The aftermath of the night's passion left the air thick with the scent of sweat and lingering desire.
Wang Jian lay in the grand bed, his muscular frame stretched out with ease, a look of quiet satisfaction on his face.
Beside him, Lady Sofía lay tangled in the satin sheets, her breathing slow and steady, though her mind was anything but peaceful.
Her hair, once carefully styled, was now disheveled, cascading in dark waves across her flushed skin. The mask she had worn to the masquerade was long forgotten, revealing the full beauty of her face—features that were now softened by the intimacy they had shared.
Her body ached deliciously from the night's exertions, every inch of her reminded of the man who had so effortlessly claimed her.
