Daniel's fingers trailed slowly down the curve of her spine, tracing every dip and rise as though memorizing her body anew. His lips continued to claim hers—hungry, heated, relentless—until both of them were left gasping for breath.
Before Anna could catch herself, Daniel shifted, flipping their positions with practiced ease. She found herself lying back on the bed, her hair fanned across the sheets, while he knelt between her thighs, breath uneven and eyes dark.
"Remove your panties," he said, voice low and strained, already tugging his own off in a hurry before reaching toward the bedside drawer.
Anna blinked, dazed. "What are you looking for?"
"Condom." He didn't glance back.
Her eyes widened. She'd been in this room for days, yet she had never—not once—noticed anything like that. When did he even put it there?
