Daxton POV
The air in the room crackled, thick with a tension that was both palpable and intoxicating. I moved behind her, the scent of her skin a heady mix of vanilla and something uniquely Maria. Lifting her arms above her head, I held her wrists in one hand, the delicate bones feeling fragile beneath my grip, yet her strength was undeniable. It was in the way she moved, the heat she exuded, the power she held over us both. My lips found the delicate curve of her neck, and the soft, velvety skin there yielded instantly to my kiss. Her soft moans, a mix of surprise and anticipation, filled the space around us, a melody of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was a song I was already addicted to, a tune I never wanted to end.
Henry was a master of the slow burn, teasing her with his touch, i
