The Cold Bed

CAMILLA'S POV.

The click of the bathroom door opening echoed through the dim, cavernous master bedroom like the sound of a gun cocking. I lay rigid beneath the heavy covers, hyper-vigilant, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. Ten minutes after he had walked in there to wash away the sweat of our consummation, Victor emerged.

He wore nothing but a pair of loose black paja