Dawn's POV
The night was far from over. My skin still tingled from Wayne’s touch, my body both sated and still craving more. My eyes lingered on the markings etched into his skin,full of scars all telling stories I didn't know of yet.
"You're staring," Wayne said, his voice low and teasing as he rubbed his hands on my waist.
"You're making it hard not to," I replied, my cheeks warming.
Wayne smirked, his green eyes locking with mine, his hands gently gripping my thighs as he knelt between them. "Do you know what you do to me, Dawn?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
My heart raced as his fingers slid up my legs, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
"Show me," I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Wayne's lips curved into a wicked smile. "With pleasu
