Daisy's pov
Donovan’s fingers traced the fresh mark on my shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “How do you feel?” he murmured.
I let out a slow breath, placing my palm over my heart. “Complete,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Christopher brushed my hair back, his eyes searching mine. “You know you can mark us too,” he said carefully. “If you want to.”
Their marks on me had been an intimate, breathtaking experience that tied us together in ways deeper than words. And now, it was my turn.
Nicholas must have sensed my hesitation because he cupped my cheek, his lips curving into a reassuring smile. “There’s no rush, love,” he reassured. “Only when you’re ready.”
But I was ready. More than ready.
I reached out for Nathaniel first, my fingers trailing over his
