Dante came closer, the distance between us closing until I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. The solid, reassuring presence of his muscular frame pressed me gently against the wall. “I’m sorry, princess. How can I make it up to you?” His breath, sweet and inviting, brushed softly against my face, creating a tantalizing sensation that lingered in the air.

My stomach fluttered with butterflies. I longed for the warmth of his touch, and my mind wandered to the ...