MARIA POV
I lay there, pulse still racing, the room spinning around me as I tried to catch my breath. Dax’s warm hand was resting on my hip, his soft whispers still echoing in my ear, grounding me after that overwhelming high he’d just brought me to. But just as my heart began to steady, I felt a shift beside me, the weight of a gaze, heavy and heated.
I turned my head and found Henry watching me, his eyes dark, intense, almost primal. There was something more than just hunger in his stare; it was a need that went bone-deep. He didn’t say anything for a beat, just held my gaze, his expression unreadable yet full of intent. Then, in a voice that was low, almost reverent, he murmured, “Can I taste you ladybug ?”
The words sent a fresh shiver down my spine, reigniting that ache just when I
