Beg Me, Little Dove (2)

Daisy's POV

The next evening, the air in Rafe’s private suite felt thicker, charged with the weight of my growing surrender. I had spent the day pacing the elegant rooms he had given me, my body still humming from his skilled touch, my mind warring between the life I once knew and the dangerous pull he exerted. When his men escorted me to him after dusk, I wore only the silk robe he had left for me, it was crimson and barely tied.

Rafe waited in the center of the vast bedroom, his shirt discarded, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and the faint...