My hands roamed her wet skin, tracing the delicate curve of her waist, then gripping her hips, holding her impossibly close.

Dante's POV

And I saw it. The flicker of surrender, subtle yet undeniable. The raw, aching vulnerability that finally broke through her defenses. The fury that she’d been fighting, not just me, but herself, this whole time. The internal war that had raged within her, mirroring my own.

Then, wi...