James tucked Grace into his side while panting, perspiring, and feeling utterly satisfied. His veins were filled with her blood, which gushed through them like champagne, claiming every thought and rebuffing a bitter truth he wasn't yet prepared to confront.
James wanted to close his eyes and take it all in, but he had some mental calculations to make first. She had wished to speak. Exactly what? After everything they had discussed, she wouldn't be able to push him away, so that wasn't going to happen. It was impossible to call what they just did "sex."
It was more than that; both knew about it.
Sex was an urge. s*x was something you could do with anyone. s*x could be consensual or forced, as he well knew. What they’d done was a mating. Primal, wild, necessary, and as essential as a b
