Damian couldn’t stop touching Elara’s body as the driver took them home. He grabbed her hand as soon as they reached their room.

“Let’s go,” he said, gripping her hand.

Her pulse raced as Damian’s hand slid down her arm, his fingers lingering just below her wrist, anchoring her in the moment. The weight of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, and for the first time, her carefully constructed walls felt truly fragile.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low yet filled with a raw intensity, his eyes never leaving hers.

Elara swallowed, feeling her heart pounding, the anticipation electric between them. “Yes,” she whispered, barely recognizing her own...