She opened her eyes to find the room shrouded in darkness, with the streetlights outside casting a hazy yellow glow. The man's deep eyes sparkled like cold stars in the night.
"Awake?" The man's voice was unusually hoarse, his arm strong and powerful as he propped himself on the edge of the bed.
Adan had just woken up, her head still a little groggy, she reached out and gave Marcus Quinn a push, playfully muttering with sleepiness, "So hot."
Adan had fallen asleep from exhaustion in the latter part of the night, experiencing Marcus Quinn's dominance for the first time. This man, who usually seemed honest and straightforward, was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.
She didn't remember how often she'd bitten him, and by the end, overwhelmed with tiredness, she had fallen asleep early.
