Zee.
We stayed wrapped in each other’s warmth, the room dim and quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. My body still tingled from everything we’d just done, but my heart beat slow and full, not just from pleasure… but from the way he held me. Like I was something fragile. Like he didn’t want to let go.
Denver brushed his fingers up and down my arm as I lay against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“You’re mine now, Zee,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Every part of you. Not just your body—your heart, your loyalty. All of it. You understand?”
My breath caught. The possessiveness in his tone wasn’t harsh—it was protective, almost reverent. Still, it sent a chill through me.
“I do,” I whispered, tracing a small circle over
