Grace POV

Ethan's mouth is a slow, burning brand along my jaw, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, every kiss a filthy promise. When he reaches my collarbone he bites down, just hard enough that I feel the sharp edge of fangs, and a bolt of pure lightning slams straight to my clit. I jerk against him, a broken moan ripping out of me.

He doesn’t stop. His lips skate lower, sucking bruises into my skin until he’s mouthing my abdomen. The second his tongue flicks over ...