Morning light poured through the huge window in warm golden streams, painting the entire chamber in soft amber.
Chirp… chirp…
Bird chirping drifted in from the gardens outside.
On the large bed, two naked bodies lay tangled together beneath the rumpled sheets.
Amon's face was buried deep in the soft, warm valley of Scarlett's breasts, sleeping without a single care in the world.
His arms were still loosely wrapped around her waist. Scarlett's long red hair spilled across the pillows and over his shoulders.
Her eyes twitched, then slowly fluttered open.
Her lips were swollen and tender from the endless, fierce kisses of the night. Dark red hickeys bloomed across her neck and the upper slopes of her heavy breasts. Marks Amon had left with his mouth.
She looked down at the man sleeping so peacefully against her. A clear red bite mark stood out on his neck, the place where she had sunk her fangs and drunk from him in the heat of passion.
