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.
His gaze drifted downward, settling on Evelyn and Victoria. They were tangled up against him, their bare skin warm against his own. Victoria had an arm draped lazily over his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her soft breaths tickling his skin. Evelyn was curled against his other side, her long hair spilling across his arm, her fingers still loosely gripping his wrist, as if afraid he might disappear.
