Jaxx's Point Of View "What are you doing, princess?" My voice came out deep and rough, an eyebrow raised at her sudden burst of dominance. She looked down at me, and instead of answering, her hazel eyes glinted with that dangerous mix of triumph and raw, unfiltered need. A breeze stirred the loose strands of her hair, and for a moment, she looked less like the careful, guarded woman I'd fallen for and more like someone finally letting herself want something out loud. I'd spent months watching her hold the world at a careful distance, measuring every word, guarding every glance. Seeing that control slip now, deliberately, for me, felt like watching a dam give way. "What does it look like I'm doing, Moretti?" "You tell me," I said, dragging my palms slowly up her thighs, savoring the way her breath caught at the contact. "What's come over you?" "You," she said simply. "You're what's come over me. Every damn day since I met you." Something flickered behind her eyes… a spark,
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