Chapter 6

Olivia Martins

My hands trembled as I cupped his face, my fingers tracing every line that I knew by memory, afraid of the day I wouldn’t be able to touch him, the day he wouldn’t be mine to touch. The kiss was soft and tender as our tongues met, a sweet caress that left me breathless and yearning for more.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against my soft curves, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of our clothes.

His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as he deepens the kiss. I moan into his mouth, my own hands sliding down to grip his shoulders, his muscles flexing beneath my touch.

We break apart for air, both of us panting heavily. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked up at me, my name a soft prayer on his lips. “Olivia.”

His eyes searched mine, seeking permission, and I nodded. He never needed to ask. I was already his, even if he