Danielle POV
Knox pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes blazing with an emotion I can’t quite name, something dark, possessive, and fiercely protective all at once. It takes my breath away, the intensity in his gaze, the silent promises hidden within his unwavering stare.
“Your turn,” I whisper breathlessly, fingers trembling as they slip down to grip his shirt. My heart races as I tug at the fabric, desperate to feel him, skin to skin, to erase every remaining barrier between us. “Please,” I add softly, needing to see, needing to touch, needing him more than I thought possible.
With a slow, knowing smile, Knox rises from the bed just enough to peel away his shirt, revealing a body carved by rough, demanding days and countless fights won and lost.
Ink flows down his chest, swi
