WARNING: This chapter contains mature and detailed content. Please read at your own discretion.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
The window stood wide open, cold wind tearing through the room—but we didn't feel it. Heat blazed between us, so fierce it swallowed every trace of chill.
We moved like animals starved for each other. One moment I was sitting; the next, I found myself flat on my back with Dallius looming over me.
My breaths came in ragged bursts, and I nearly covered my face to hide the last flickers of shame that still pricked at my skin.
We'd done this once before, a year ago. But now the shame runs deeper—because everything between us has shifted. I know exactly how far apart we stand in this world, how vast the gulf between our lives. And still… I can't stop wanting him.
I want to be the only one. The only woman he touches like this, the only one he spends his nights with, his body tangled in mine.
I want to carry his child. I want only me—no one else.
