KATHERINE POV
The heat of the Saturnia springs wrapped around me like silk, fragrant with minerals and steam. The cascades glittered under the sharp Tuscan sun, blinding white limestone terraces layered like some goddess’s amphitheater.
Water rushed in foamy curtains, spilling into turquoise basins where mist curled in the air.
For a moment, I forgot everything—forgot the hunger still lingering in my thighs, forgot the ache left over from the backseat chaos with Kyle and Keegan. I let myself float, shoulders dipping, eyes closing, skin kissed by warmth.
And then Kingsley’s voice brushed the shell of my ear.
“My goddess,” he murmured, his hands sliding low across my stomach as he kneaded slow circles into my hips. “Do you know what you look like here? A temple built for worship. My tem
