Fabrizio’s POV
I couldn’t stop looking at her—Tabitha lying beside me, her body still soft and warm from what we had just shared. She looked so peaceful, her breath coming in slow, steady waves. But I knew better. I knew that beneath that calm exterior was the same fire, the same desire that had brought us to this point.
I had taken her. I had claimed her.
And now, she was mine.
The thought alone should have satisfied me, should have been enough to calm the hunger that had been gnawing at me ever since I first laid eyes on her. But it didn’t. If anything, it made me want her more—made me want to take her again, right here, right now.
Fuck, I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to losing control like that, to letting someone get under my skin. I had spent years building walls, keeping
