Jasmin's POV
I pressed myself deeper into the mattress, my body still burning from the memory of his hardness against me. The sensation lingered like a brand on my skin, making it impossible to find peace.
Sleep was out of the question. Men were dangerous creatures, especially when desire clouded their judgment. If I let my guard down, who knew what he might attempt while I was vulnerable.
Determination kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling, but exhaustion crept in like a thief. Each blink lasted longer than the last, my eyelids growing treacherous. Just as consciousness began to slip away, the sharp clang of the dinner bell shattered the quiet.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the stone wall. Dinner at this hour? The clock had already passed ten, far beyond the usual mealtime. Our late return had disrupted everything.
"Jasmin." His voice floated through the darkness like silk, making me jump.
