Estella woke up with a groan, her body still aching from the events of the previous night. Every part of her felt sensitive, and she was painfully aware of her hips aching with each small movement. It was an odd mixture of embarrassment and an unfamiliar warmth that spread across her face as she looked down at Mikhailis. He was lying underneath her, completely at ease, his eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, and his entire demeanor radiated carefree innocence. It was almost like he was a different person from the previous night—that intense, charismatic side of him was nowhere to be seen.
She couldn't help but think about how his hands had held her so possessively, the way his gaze had burned into hers with a seriousness that left no room for games. But now, the very same man lay there, snoring softly, his face relaxed and devoid of the commanding presence he had displayed before.
Estella shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of his bare chest beneath her.
