MONTEFALCO MANSION, DAVAO CITY
The video call with Traxx had just ended, leaving the room thick with unspoken tension. Travis flashed Aria a devilish grin as she nestled in his lap, her body warm against his.
"Don’t tease me, Travis," Aria warned, though her breath hitched as his lips traced the delicate curve of her neck, lingering just long enough to leave a possessive mark.
"You know I can’t help it," he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her shoulder—gentle at first, then with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"I said don’t leave a mark—" Her protest dissolved into a moan as he ignored her, his tongue soothing the sting before trailing lower.
With a firm but tender grip, Travis laid her back onto the bed, his lips blazing a slow, torturous path down her body—sta
