Chapter 128

• In the dim light of the early morning, Rosana stirred, slowly opening her eyes to find the bedroom bathed in a soft, warm glow. Beside her, Sergio laid fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his face peaceful in repose.
• As she stared at him, the memory of the previous night came flooding back to her—the way their lips had collided, the way his hands had roamed over her body, his lips hot against her neck, the way he had devoured every inch of her body, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her and the fire in his eyes as he gazed down at her.
• Quietly, she rose from the bed, pulling the sheet around her as she walked over to the window, gazing out at the beautiful sunrise. The warmth of the sun on her skin matched the warmth in her heart as she thought about Sergio. He had refused to be consumed by his darkness and had returned to her. Nothing could be more perfect than that.