"My Lady Masquerade..." he whispered against my ear. His voice hung in the air like incense. Heavy. Delirious. Sacred.
His fingers grazed the small of my back, like he was reading braille on my skin.
I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore. Everything was jumbled in my head, so loud and tangled I couldn’t think straight.
My back arched as I felt his heat behind me. It scorched. It made me crave the kind of mistake I wanted to make—but knew I shouldn’t.
This game he plays... it’s dangerous. He’s laid out so many traps, and if I move carelessly, I’ll fall again. Like I always do.
I turned around, trembling from the aftershock of his touch.
"You're insane," I said, managing not to stutter, to not let him hear how I faltered.
"Am I?" he murmured, stepping closer until our bodies were nea
