Livia lay beside Henry, her body still tingling from their first attempt, though it had been rushed, awkward, and unsatisfying. Henry had lost control too quickly, leaving her unfulfilled and himself frustrated. But now, as his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along her bare shoulder, she felt a renewed heat building within her.
Henry turned to her, his eyes filled with regret and desire. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean to... I should have taken more care with you. I feel so ashamed. I wanted to be memorable, and I totally failed. I know that it is the first time for both of us, but you deserved much better than what happened."
Livia reached up, her fingers brushing against his stubbled jaw. "It's all right," she whispered, her voice soft bu
