DAEMON'S POV

I was already sprawled across the bed in nothing but my boxers when the door clicked open.

Penelope stepped in like she owned the room and maybe she did.

The dim candlelight caught on the black lace hugging her hips, the thin straps of a bra that looked more decorative than useful. The curves of her breasts pushed against the fabric, daring it to hold them.

She didn’t say a word.

Just that sly smile and the way she rolled her hips with each step, the soft pat of her bare ...