Calvin’s POV
It had been over six torturous months since Kamrynn vanished, leaving nothing behind but the gaping void of her absence. Every lead, every effort to track her down had led to dead ends, and the frustration of failure gnawed at me like a relentless parasite.
Not a single day passed without her invading my thoughts. She was a phantom that haunted me, her image etched into my mind with cruel precision. I could almost feel her skin beneath my fingers—soft, warm, yielding. My hands itched with the memory of her trembling against me, her quivering voice pleading for mercy. That sound, that desperate, broken sound, echoed in my head like a forbidden melody.
I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as the fantasy overtook me. My body tightened with need, an insistent ache
