Daniel’s POV

The room still smelled of sex and sweat, her perfume, the faint sting of my split lip where she’d bitten me. Serena lay beneath me, her chest rising and falling in sharp and uneven breath. Her thighs still trembled around my hips. Her lips were swollen, parted, glistening. And her eyes were locked on mine like she could still kill me with a look. I waited for her response.She swallowed hard.

The pulse in her throat fluttered wildly. Then, she said so quietly I almost missed ...