The first rays of dawn crept into the luxurious bedroom of the Wildwoods mansion, casting a gentle glow over the two figures lying amidst tangled sheets.Edmund awoke before the sun had fully risen. He stirred in the bed, propping himself on one elbow as he gazed down at Angela, who was still sound asleep beside him, her soft breaths barely audible in the quiet room.
He felt a deep sense of satisfaction and possession as he admired the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, the serene look on her face a stark contrast to the passion and intensity she had shown the night before.
Her hair splayed messily across the pillow, lips slightly parted, her breathing even and peaceful. A part of him still couldn't believe she was real, this young woman who had shaken the foundations of his carefully ordered life. She seemed so innocent in her sleep, a stark contrast to the wanton creature he'd molded her into during their time alone.