His fingers skim slowly along the side of my waist, teasingly, ghosting just beneath the swell of my breast before cupping it in his large palm, pulling another moan from deep in my throat. His lips leave mine just long enough to turn off the water. Then he scoops me into his arms again, and I clin
His lips curl into a slow grin against my fingertips, his eyes darkening into molten pools of heat and hunger. Before I can brace for it, he scoops me off the bed and into his arms. A soft gasp escapes me as I cling to his strong shoulders, my heart fluttering. “Why don’t we take a shower first?”
A life that never included her. No bond. No warmth. No shared memories. No shared blood. Because there isn’t any. There never was. Just as that truth settles deep into my bones, the door creaks open behind me. I don’t need to look to know who it is. His aura hits first—ancient, powerful,oppres
His words strike something deep inside me—sharp and a pounding ache erupts in my skull. Then—images. Fragmented and flashing like lightning. A little girl in a white dress, a glittering necklace resting against her chest. Tom’s laughter—my best friend—as we build a sandcastle and chase waves along
Then a low growl cuts through the haze. “If you keep touching yourself like that…” A pause—heavy, filled with warning. “…I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll take you—right here. Right now.” My eyes snap open. Everything rushes back in vivid color. Jack stands over me, eyes dark with hunger, j
It’s dark. Not the kind of darkness that frightens—it’s more like a heavy, endless fog. I float in it, weightless, numb. Somewhere deep in my chest, there’s a dull ache—a reminder of the blade that tore through my heart. I should be dead. I felt myself slipping away. But… I’m still here. And I do