Author's POV
Caesar drove in silence, one hand on the steering wheel, the other wrapped protectively around Sylvia's. His thumb traced small circles against her skin, each gentle stroke sending pulses of comfort through her wolf.
They drove in comfortable silence for several minutes before Caesar spoke again, his voice dropping to that husky timber that never failed to send shivers down her spine.
"Tonight," he said, "I'm at your complete disposal, mate. Whatever you need, whatever you want—it's yours."
The invitation in his tone was unmistakable. Sylvia felt heat bloom in her core as she turned to study his profile—the sharp jaw, the perfect lips, the intensity in those eyes even as they remained focused on the road. Three months of marriage, and still, her body responded to
