Henderson's POV
Ever since my Luna ceremony and that heart-to-heart with Percy, our relationship has shifted into something deeper. The invisible walls between us feel lower now, and while he still guards his thoughts carefully, the nights belong entirely to us. His touch has become more possessive, more desperate, as if he's finally allowing himself to claim what's his.
This morning proves no different. Heat courses through my veins as Percy moves above me, his control hanging by the thinnest thread. I've learned to read the signs - the way his jaw tightens, how his breathing becomes ragged when he fights against his instincts. But I love pushing him past that breaking point, watching his carefully constructed restraint crumble until he takes me with the raw intensity that makes my toes curl.
