Davina's POV
I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when the atmosphere around us shifted—when every shared look and drawn breath became charged with unspoken longing.
The memory of his kiss still scorched my lips, yet it was his gaze—shadowy, piercing, mysterious—that kept me frozen in place. Those eyes held more than simple desire. They contained something profound. Something that both frightened and excited me.
Irvin's palm glided down my arm at a leisurely pace, his fingertips drawing a line to my hip.
He cradled me as though I might shatter, delicate and treasured. Yet the electricity crackling between us was far from delicate—it was raw, magnetic, impossible to deny.
"Davina," he breathed, my name escaping his mouth like a sacred promise.
I gazed up at him, and that single moment changed everything.
His lips found mine once more, fiercer this time, more desperate. His palms framed my face, thumbs caressing my skin as he kissed me with ravenous hunger.
