Chapter 92 Davon

• DAVON
• The room echoes with the rhythm of our bodies moving together — soft gasps, sharp breaths, and the sound of skin meeting skin. I move inside her, deeper each time, feeling the heat and desperation in every movement. Samantha’s nails dig into my back, leaving trails of fire across my skin. She holds onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her steady, and in that moment, maybe I am.
• Her scent fills my lungs, her lips taste like warmth and chaos, and the way she clings to me pulls me under completely. The world outside fades until there’s nothing left but her. Every sigh, every tremble, every heartbeat feels like it belongs to us alone.