He found her asleep on the bed.
Dimitri stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching. The morning light was filtering through the blackout curtains....soft, golden, making her skin glow like burnished bronze. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and she was lying on her back with her arms stretched above her head, completely vulnerable.
His heart did something painful in his chest.
She was wearing nothing....one of his shirts discarded on the floor, her body bare except for the faint marks he'd left on her skin the night before. Reminders of his claiming. Evidence of his possession.
Dimitri moved silently into the room, closing the door behind him.
He undressed slowly, deliberately, taking his time. His eyes never left her as he peeled off his shirt, his pants, everything until he was naked. The early morning air was cool against his skin, but he barely noticed it.
All his focus was on her.
