Mandy’s POV
I shifted on Dylan's lap, I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me. His body was still recovering from the brutal battle he had faced, but there was a fire in his eyes that burned with desire.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, concern lacing my voice as he winced in pain.
"I'm always okay when you're close," he replied with a smile, his lips brushing against my neck in a tender kiss. His touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a flame of passion within me.
I could feel the heat between us growing, the air thick with unspoken desire. Dylan's hands traced patterns on my skin, his touch both comforting and electrifying. The scars on his body told a story of bravery and sacrifice, but in this moment, all I could see was the man who held my heart in his hands.
his lips met mi
