POV: Daniel

Daniel hadn’t touched her in hours, but he might as well have been in her skin.

The tether hummed thick and insistent in his chest, a relentless bruise where his heart beat. It fed him everything—her jagged breaths, the crack of her sobs, the way her body rippled with restrained arousal. He could taste her tears like salt on his tongue, feel the shudder of her body crawling beneath his skin.

He perched, crouched on the hood of his truck, gilded eyes staring ...