Zane watched the gentle rise and fall of Aria’s chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her small frame, beneath the heavy duvet, stirred something primal within him. He longed to pull her closer, to sin her alive, but he held back. This fragile innocence, this untouched beauty, deserved more than a moment stolen in the dark. Their first true intimacy would be a celebration, a promise whispered under the veil of their wedding night. He imagined the way her breath would catch, the blush that would bloom across her cheeks as he claimed her, making her feel cherished, utterly loved. The thought alone sent a familiar thrum through his veins, a deep ache that settled low in his belly.
He couldn’t help but admire her innocence. The way she called him Daddy, damn it. His d**k twitches whenever he
