Sleep proved completely impossible. For two hours after Nikolai had departed the salon, Camilla lay beneath the midnight-blue velvet canopy of the master bed, staring up at the carved oak ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the scorching press of his mouth against hers, the rough calluses of his hands in her hair, and the terrifying, delicious surrender that had made her arch into his touch. She…
Keep reading in the app
This chapter is in the Booknovel app. Unlock it with coins, a short ad, the free timer or VIP.
Scan with your phone camera
Opens chapter 7 directly. New readers get free coins.
