A Moment of Clarity
Elena woke with the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. She blinked, her mind slowly surfacing from the blissful haze of sleep, only to find herself nestled against Alexander's warm, muscular chest. The memory of the previous night washed over her like a wave—her body still tingling from the passion they had shared, the intensity of his touch, and the depth of his emotions.
She stirred slightly, feeling the weight of his arm around her waist, protective and possessive, even in sleep. She smiled to herself, though the soft ache between her thighs was a constant reminder of just how overpowering their connection had been. God, he's huge. She couldn't help but blush at the thought, her face heating as she recalled the feel of him—every inch of him.
