WILLA
A smile tugged at my lips as I twisted on the bed. I let out a low groan, burrowing deeper into the warm cocoon surrounding me.
Memories of last night flooded my mind instantly, and the pleasant ache between my legs served as a vivid reminder of everything that had happened.
Kol had made me come again and again. No actual sex — just endless teasing, finger fucking, sucking. Even though I had begged him to take me, he had held back.
I still couldn't fully understand why, but I wanted to believe he was only looking out for me. That he didn't want me to regret anything.
And I didn't.
I stretched my arm across the other side of the bed, patting the empty space.
"Kol," I whispered, scooting forward in search of his warmth.
"Good morning, Miss Maddox," a feminine voice answered instead.
My eyes flew open. A soft gasp escaped me. A maid — slightly older than me — stood by the window, holding the curtains open and letting bright morning sunlight flood the room.
Shit.
