Weeks had slipped by in a fever of stolen nights and aching bodies. Diana and Marcus had stopped pretending they could fight it. The hunger between them had grown so strong it almost hurt. Every touch felt electric. Every f**k left them both shaking and wanting more. But deep down, they both knew fire this hot could not burn forever without changing something.
Tonight felt different.
Diana knocked on Marcus’s door just after midnight. She wore a simple black slip dress that clung to every curve. No underwear. Her hair was loose, lips painted deep red. When he opened the door, shirtless and already breathing harder at the sight of her, she stepped inside without a word.
This time they did not rush.
Marcus pulled her close and kissed her slow and deep. Their tongues moved lazy and wet, t
