THE NEXT MORNING.
Zane emerged from a restless slumber, his body still aching from Augustus's brutal assault from the previous day.
As he still lay on the bed, the familiar, intoxicating scent enveloped his room, teasing his senses. The water lily fragrance wafted through his senses, and Zane's thoughts snapped to its owner.
His eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze drawn irresistibly to Anastasia's captivating form beside him on the bed, locking onto the subtle curves of her body beneath the sheer blouse.
The soft fabric hugged her figure, accentuating the gentle swell of her tits. A faint flush rose to his cheeks as his pulse quickened, his attention drawn to the delicate trace of her nipples visible beneath the material.
