Annabelle’s breath came in short, uneven bursts as she lay against the warm leather seat of the car, her body still trembling from the intensity of their union.

The world outside seemed still and muted, but inside, her mind was a chaotic storm.

The heat of Dante's hands on her skin.

The way he had taken her with a ferocity that bordered on desperation was etched into every fibre of her being.

She wanted to shrink away from his touch.

Overwhelmed by the sheer power of him, but at the same time, she couldn’t.

She wanted this.

She wanted him more than she could admit even to herself.

She could...