Chapter 44- Scar

Grace flattened her hand over his heart, as if measuring the erratic beat against her own. So trusting she was, so trustworthy. She hadn’t left him when she’d had the chance. So forgiving, too. James had allowed her to be whipped, yet still she’d taken care of him. Had even, he mused, cleaned his teeth. His mouth tasted fresh, like mint.

She groaned again, but this time, oh, this time, there was no pain in her voice. Only pleasure. Such a decadent sound. Instantly James’ shaft stood at attention, filling, hardening, and readying. He bit his tongue, his fangs sinking deep into the tissue.

"James?" Grace breathed sleepily. "All is well, Grace. Go back to sleep."

"No, I—"

"You’re right. You may sleep after you tell me who hit you," he interrupted before she could make a demand of her own.

"You did." Warm breath trekked over his chest, tickling his skin.

"What?" he shouted. "Me?"

"Accident. No worries. And I didn’t mean to cuddle up to you. I’m sorry."

She was sorry? "Grace. I am sorry."