POV: Daniel

Daniel waited, knuckles still buzzing. The night air chilled the moisture on his skin, but the tether burned with heat, drawing him forward until the wood of the door felt like a thin sheet in the way.

She was on the other side.

She was there in smell and touch. The soap she’d used in the shower, the coffee she’d drunk that morning, a sharp, slick taste of arousal soaked into the sheets when she’d twisted and cried his name in her sleep. His cock twitched ...