CHAPTER 42 Moments of Tender Defiance

  Angela awoke with a soft groan as soft rays of light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She stretched, her body feeling refreshed, yet something subtle tugged at her senses. A subtle ache lingered from her breasts. Her breasts felt heavier than usual, an unfamiliar sensation that came with a light ache. She brushed her hand across them gingerly, wincing as a hint of soreness lingered beneath her touch. Could it be from all the passionate encounters with Edmund, his hands often firm and unforgiving? A soft sigh escaped her lips, her cheeks warming at the memory.

  She turned, finding Edmund already awake and propped up on one arm, watching her intently, a quiet smile playing on his lips. There was a softness in his expression that caught her off guard, a warmth that hinted at something deeper.

  "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and low, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "Slept well?"