[Warning: Mildly Explicit]
When morning came, the last thing Daphne wanted to do was to get out of bed. Her muscles were sore and aching from the entire night's worth of torture Atticus had put her through.
Even though she had dubbed it as 'torture', Daphne had to admit that it was nothing like she had ever imagined― the experience was so much better than she had heard those gossipy maids ever describe it back in Reaweth's castle.
All of a sudden, she could understand why Drusilla was so eager to lose her virginity even before marriage. Men were dangerous creatures of temptation, especially the incubus that was lying next to her in bed!
