Chapter 15
Warm light flickered against the glass walls, shadows dancing as Mack’s hands traced the delicate curve of Viola’s spine. Every touch was slow, deliberate—a conversation between two bodies discovering each other’s language. She melted into his hold, her breath hitching when his mouth grazed the sensitive skin just behind her ear.
His voice was a low rumble. “You’re everything I thought you might be… and more.”
She shivered, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop.”
Mack’s lips brushed over hers again, deep and demanding, igniting a fire that seared through her nerves. His hands roamed with reverence, pausing to savour the softness of her skin, the subtle tremble beneath his touch.
Her pulse raced as he lowered her gently onto the plush rug by the
