Daynara
I can’t believe how quickly everything has happened. One moment I was dancing at a club, enjoying freedom from my father’s wrath, and the next, I was back in my old love’s arms fighting for my life.
Nicholas returns to bed after our heated debate and holds me close.
We spend the morning making love. It’s heated and hurried but no less satisfying. Once we’ve worn ourselves out, we lie in each other’s arms, our naked bodies entwined as we kiss and savor each other’s touch. The kiss is languorous and sweet, our tongues stroking sensually as I weave my fingers through his thick hair.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I whisper between kisses.
Nicholas kisses the tip of my nose and rests his forehead against mine before he rises from the bed, his powerful body on full display, “I sho
