Longing 2

Donato’s POV

She sat on my bed, bare, waiting, and it was almost too much to take in. Her skin caught the light in a way that made her look unreal, like something pulled out of a dream. But she was real. She was here. And she was mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to ruin in the best way.

My chest tightened, my pulse heavy and fast. My body reacted before I even moved, hunger pulling at me hard.