I woke up, blinking against the faint light seeping through the curtains. It was still night, the moon casting a soft glow across the room. I turned to look beside me and saw Elena sleeping peacefully, her naked form half-covered by the sheets.
My heart skipped a beat as I took in her beauty, even more striking after what we had just shared. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair cascaded over the pillow, and the soft, vulnerable expression on her face made my chest tighten with a mix of emotions.
"Wow, she looks so beautiful even after everything," I thought, feeling a mix of possessiveness and awe.
I couldn't help but reach out, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her shoulder. My eyes followed the path down to her neck, where the marks I had left stood out starkly against her skin. Each hickey was a testament to the intensity of our encounter, a physical reminder of my claim on her.
