CHAPTER 33 Marked and Claimed

  Edmund turned back to the bed, expecting to see Angela's sleeping form nestled in the sheets, her body still recovering from the intensity of the night they shared. But when his eyes landed on the empty space, he frowned. She was gone. His gaze swept across the room, catching the slight movement of the bathroom door. With a slow, purposeful stride, he made his way to the washroom, pushing the door open just enough to see inside.

  There she stood, in front of the large bathroom mirror, completely unaware of his presence, staring at her own reflection, her fingers lightly tracing the marks on her body, the small bruises and love bites that had darkened to a purplish-red hue overnight. Her hands ghosted over her breasts, over the curve of her hips, marveling at the visual remnants of their passion. Each mark was a symbol of his claim on her, a reminder of his possessive touch.