Dylan’s POV
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the flickering candles scattered around the room. Mandy was sitting on my lap, her eyes filled with desire and longing. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
I leaned in and captured her lips with mine, the kiss was intense and passionate. Despite the pain and suffering, I was feeling from all the wounds I had endured, I needed her more than anything in that moment. Every inch of her body called out to me, begging for my touch.
I cupped her breast, a loud moan escaped her lips. I could feel her nails digging into my back, a mixture of pleasure and pain that only fueled my desire for her.
“Sorry, I…” she began to apologize, but I cut her off.
“Don't apologize,
