PAIN was a patient teacher, and this morning, Mailah was its star pupil.
It wasn't a sharp, biting pain, but a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to have settled into her very marrow. It was the kind of soreness that told a story—a long, relentless story of a night where sleep had been a forbidden luxury.
Every muscle in her body felt like it had been stretched to its limit and then asked to go just a little bit further.
Mailah didn't open her eyes at first. She stayed very still, buried under the heavy, cool weight of the black silk sheets.
The room felt chilly, but it still held the scent of their passion and Grayson's unique, spicy smell. Thoughts of everything they had done didn't just return; they hit her like a giant wave.
The truth serum had been a match, but Grayson's own buried hunger had been the gasoline.
He hadn't just been passionate; he had been insatiable. There was a raw, primal edge to him that Mailah only caught glimpses of in the past.
