(Jace's POV)
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Casey and I lay sprawled across the plush leather of the VIP booth couch, breathless and tangled in each other, the air around us still vibrating with the intensity of the most powerful orgasm in the world. I watched as Casey's breasts rose and fell as she sucked in deep breaths, her nipples were puckered from the cold blast of the air conditioning units.
Yet, despite the cold, our bodies were slick with sweat, our pulses gradually slowing from their frenzied rhythm, and for a long moment, neither of us said a word. Words would've cheapened it—what we just shared felt primal, sacred, overwhelming.
I couldn't believe how fast I'd lost control.
One look at her—that's all it took.
