Pleasant Morning 

Warlock Ch 352. Pleasant Morning 

The morning light filtered through the heavy drapes of Damian's bedroom, casting soft golden streaks across the floor. The air smelled of lingering warmth—of sweat, and something uniquely theirs. The room was quiet except for the slow, steady breathing of the two women curled up beside him.

Damian lay there, blinking at the ceiling, his body still pleasantly heavy from the night before. Not just from the intimacy, though that had been incredible—no, it was something deeper, something he wasn't sure how to put into words.