"Forgive me for last night," Knox rasped.
His deep baritone usually rough around the edges, was laced with an unfamiliar tenderness.
He placed a feather-light kiss against Serena’s disheveled tresses, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent. "I lost myself when you hurled those accusations at me, love."
Serena remained utterly silent, her mind struggling to catch up with her battered body.
She processed his gravelly words through the hazy fog of residual newfound shyness that felt utterly foreign to her usually fiery nature.
‘Last night...it really happened, didn’t it?’ She wasn't merely imagining the wild, passionate lovemaking that had left her body deliciously sore and aching all over, was she?
The vivid memories played like an erotic film reel in her mind. Each scorching touc
