Maya’s POV

With a playful smile, he reaches for my dress, his movements both lighthearted and gentle. The air feels alive with anticipation, each touch and glance deepening the unspoken bond between us.

Donovan was driven by an almost frantic urgency, like a starving wanderer stumbling upon a long-sought feast in the wilderness. Every movement, every glance, spoke volumes about his longing to claim me, as though the moment had been building within him for far too long.

Donovan’s intentions were clear, etched into every fiber of his being, and impossible to ignore.

I grabbed his hands firmly, stopping him in his tracks. "Hold on, you're rushing things. Don't you...