Lina's POV
My injuries weren't that severe, but asking me to hold on until we reached the hospital? Impossible.
The moment I felt Adrian give in, I finally stopped fighting. Stopped crying.
The second I'd seen him in that warehouse, I'd let reason drown completely.
Because somewhere deep in my subconscious, I believed that as long as this man was here, I didn't need reason anymore.
I surrendered to my body.
Surrendered to instinct.
Surrendered to everything that was meant to happen.
"Daddy," I breathed against his mouth, my hands fumbling with his shirt buttons. "Please. I can't—I need—"
"I know, baby." His voice was pure gravel, strained with control that was rapidly slipping. "I've got you."
The privacy partition slid up.
Adrian's hands moved to my thig
