Willow's eyes fluttered open slowly. The first thing she noticed was the warmth. A heavy, comforting warmth wrapped around her body like a blanket. She blinked, trying to clear the fog in her head.
This wasn't her room.
The bed was much bigger, the sheets dark grey and soft. The pillow smelled strongly of Lucien, woodsy, masculine, with a hint of his alpha scent. The curtains were thick black, blocking the sun from entering the room.
She wondered what she was doing here and then the memories hit her. Lucien had... Willow placed both hands on her red cheeks, unable to find the right words for the abomination they had committed.
She hated that she had asked him to go harder. How embarrassing. She wished she could disappear at the moment.
Willow pushed the sheets aside as was about to step out, only to find out she was naked. She almost forgot Lucien had ripped out her dress. She looked around and found another white dress lying on the sofa ahead.
