Chapter 61

Damian's pov： I woke to her wandering fingers tracing my chest, curious and precise as they slid down toward my abdomen. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her golden hair scattered across my sheets. Before those delicate fingers could explore further, I caught her wrist. "So greedy this morning, little wolf?" I growled, deliberately letting my voice rasp in her ear. "Not satisfied yet?" Victoria jumped, those magnificent eyes widening as reality crashed back. Seeing her like this—disheveled, wrapped in my scent—Arthur purred with satisfaction within me. "You... I..." she stammered, and I could almost see last night's memories flooding back into her mind. Before she could form a coherent response, her stomach growled audibly. The sound made me smirk. My little wolf was hungry after our marathon of possession. "I'm hungry," she stated directly, without pretense in her voice. I loved this about her—how she dropped her initial guard around me. Arthur agreed, pushing at my