Grace

The moment the words left my mouth, something seemed to snap in him.

His jaw flexed. His grip on my thigh tightened. And without a word, his finger pulled out of me completely and slammed back in.

I gasped, the sound almost a cry. My back arched off the table, hips jerking in response, eyes flying open as I tried to process the shock of it.

I looked at him, lips parted, breath coming fast. He was still staring at me, eyes locked on mine, but something had shifted. His expression had changed. It was like he was here with me, and yet somewhere else entirely. His gaze had...