Davina's POV
Irvin brought me to the exact same hotel from that night.
I had countless opportunities to change my mind and bolt, but I didn't want to. I craved this. I craved Irvin.
The second we stepped into the room, Irvin didn't hesitate—he pressed me back against the door.
My world stopped spinning as Irvin's mouth captured mine, his tongue dancing with mine in heated desperation.
Irvin's hands explored my body, tugging at my clothes while heat flooded my cheeks.
"It's okay," Irvin murmured against my neck, bending down to flick his tongue across my nipples.
I felt like my head might actually explode.
He carried me to the bed, stripping away what remained of my clothes before sliding into me without warning. "Fuck," Irvin froze. "So damn tight, baby." His groan rumbled through my entire body.
I bit back the urge to confess this was my first time.
I couldn't let him think of me as some naive kid.
