DANIEL
He didn't think he'd ever forget the way her body felt under his. Warm. Willing. Strong.
She arched into him as he moved, her breath catching on every exhale, her name whispered from his lips like it was sacred. There were no rushed movements, no frantic desperation—just rhythm. Just her. Just this.
The soft amber glow from the desk lamp cast golden halos on her skin, and he couldn't stop looking at her. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kisses he hadn't been able to stop himself from giving.
He brushed his fingers along her jaw, cupping her face. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "I hope you know that."
Her hands fisted in his shirt as she pulled him back into a kiss, her reply spoken in touch, in heat, in breath.
And then—it hit him.
