The air between them was thick, almost tangible, charged with a tension that made Bianca's skin prickle. She had always been drawn to Vincent, to the dangerous edge that seemed to follow him everywhere. It wasn't just desire—it was a need that clawed at her insides, relentless and demanding. Every glance, every touch, every whisper in the silence made her heart race. Tonight, she could no longer ignore it. She was utterly his, and the craving that had simmered for weeks threatened to consume her completely.