Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 27: He's Hot
Initially thinking that she would be sleep-deprived, Aurora didn't expect her to sleep soundly. Perhaps it was because she had
worn herself out lately. Julian held her tightly, as if she were a treasured possession he had recovered, and they slept through
until morning. Accustomed to rising early, Julian watched Aurora sleep peacefully. Knowing she had been tired lately, he chose
not to wake her. He tiptoed barefoot to the bathroom to wash up. In fact, Aurora had woken up when he got out of bed. She knew
the man beside her was awake, but she dared not open her eyes right then, unsure if he would treat her as he had the night
before.

She cracked her eyes open slightly, watching Julian in the bathroom, feeling an almost surreal sensation. She had slept so
deeply in his arms the previous night, not waking once, which felt like a miracle. She realized she was still naked, covered only
by a silk duvet that lay smoothly over her skin. The warmth of his body lingered in the bed as she covertly observed his actions.
Julian went about his morning routine with the same decisive efficiency he displayed in the business world, brushing his teeth,
washing his face, and shaving, all in just a few minutes.
As Aurora contemplated how to extricate herself, he suddenly stripped off his pajamas! Catching sight of his well-toned body, she
quickly shut her eyes. It was undeniable that he was in excellent shape. His muscles were perfectly defined, especially the
standard eight-pack abs and the enticing V-line. That night three years ago, she had been too heartbroken to notice much,
naïvely spending the night with him.
Now, Aurora was no longer the innocent young girl she once was, but she still had to admire how incredibly hot his body was.
The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom. "Did he always shower with the door open?" she wondered. The sight of
the attractive man early in the morning brought a slight flush to her cheeks. She felt uneasy even in sleep and wanted to leave
quickly.
Hearing the water stop, she glanced over reflexively as Julian casually towel-dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Aurora promptly closed her eyes again as the sound of the wardrobe opening reached her. She peeked at him choosing his
clothes from the abundant selection in his closet. For someone of his status, daily outfits and meals were usually prepared in
advance by others, based on his schedule. Yet watching him skillfully pick out his clothes, it was clear he usually managed these
details himself, despite his domineering nature. This made him seem a bit less cold. He put on a white shirt, and the sunlight
cascaded down his body, making the white shirt glow. His decisive dressing was silently graceful. He tied his tie, adjusted his
shirt in front of the mirror, and then closed the wardrobe.

Turning, he looked at the woman in the bed, the morning's first rays of sunlight making her skin radiant. As if she were his
princess, he leaned over and gently kissed her red lips. Suddenly, he realized he enjoyed such mornings, his woman still deep in
sleep, their exchange of morning kisses. This kiss was devoid of desire, merely a peck, yet it made Aurora's heart race, the scent
of his fresh shower gel lingering in her nose.