Sinful Pleasure

Elina woke up in a bed in her home. She was dressed in a soft gown, red with red roses embossed throughout the material. Before she opened her eyes, she realized she felt no pain. None. 

She inhaled and drew the scent of Damonq into her lungs. He always smelled wild. Dangerous. Delicious. She would recognize that scent anywhere. Sliding both hands protectively over her unborn child, she smiled without opening her eyes.

"You're here with me."

"Where else would I be?" The deep timbre of his voice slid over her skin like a caress. 

"Open your eyes for me." He always spoke softly. She loved the way he did that. His soft was commanding yet gentle.

She lifted her lashes, her gaze moving over him a little anxiously. She knew every wound on his body. She'd seen them in her vision. She'd experienced the battle with the demons as if she'd been there. That world was so far removed from the one she thought existed.