Nathan’s POV
Carefully, I reposition her trembling body, cradling her gently until her back rests firmly against my chest. She’s barely conscious now, her soft whimpers feathering through the quiet room, each breath an effort, each little shudder a testament to how deeply we pushed her tonight. I stroke her damp hair back from her flushed cheek, my chest tight with something both tender and fiercely protective.
Theo shifts closer, a grin full of dark promise spreading slowly across his face. I shake my head slightly, warning clear in my expression.
“Just one more,” he whispers softly, eyes glinting with a familiar hunger, an eagerness I’ve seen countless times before. “She deserves a lot more, Nathan. She earned it.”
I hesitate, torn between concern for her fragile state and the knowle
