~Grace~
I gasp as his hands steal around to my backside and press me harshly against his arousal.
"Do you see?" he says raggedly, his lips moving along my cheek. "Do you feel?" He chuckles hoarsely, an odd mocking sound. "Do you even understand?" He squeezes mercilessly, then nibbles the tender skin of my ear. "Of course you don't."
I feel myself sliding into him. My skin is starting to burn, and my traitorous arms steal up and around his neck. He is stoking a fire in me, something I cannot even begin to control. I have been possessed by some primitive urge, something hot and molten which needs nothing so much as the touch of his skin against mine.
I want him. Oh, how I want him.
I shouldn't want him, shouldn't desire this man who is marrying me for all the wrong reasons.
And yet I want him with a desperation that leaves me breathless.
