For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed beneath their tangled bodies.

Grace’s fingers slid through his damp hair, holding him there as though afraid he might pull away. “See?” she whispered softly, her voice hoarse. “We were always meant for this.”

Mason groaned, lifting his head just enough to look at her. His eyes were wild, torn between guilt and hunger, his lips swollen from their bruising kisses. “You don’t understand,” he rasped. “I can’t stop now. You’ve started something I can’t ever take back.”

Her smile curved slow, dangerous. “Good,” she said,...