Venessa’s POV
Denzel laid me gently on the bed, and nerves fluttered through me.
In my past life, I had died untouched, a virgin to the very end but that would not be my fate this time. The realization filled me with happiness and sadness all at once. I pushed the ache aside and chose to live in the moment. Seven months was far too little time to waste drowning in sorrow.
He undressed me slowly, reverently, until I was left in nothing but nude-coloured lace.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he shed his own clothes.
I had seen him shirtless countless times, yet this was different. Now, he was mine. I watched the ripple of muscle beneath his skin as he moved, aching to trace every sculpted line with my fingers, but I waited letting him come to me.
He leaned over me, his scent surrounding me
