Was Luke doing this because the system urged him to cross the final boundary or was he simply too tempted to resist her allure?
He could not tell, and truth be told he did not care either.
Inside the bathing space the air hung thick and humid, heavy with steam that clung to bare skin and made every surface slick.
The confined walls barely muted even the softest clap of flesh, yet the two of them were locked in raw, urgent lovemaking.
If they grew too loud the consequences would be impossible to contain.
He had never allowed anyone to catch the faintest hint of his closeness with Thea, not even his own mate.
Thea likewise could not risk Roxanne discovering that she was giving herself to another man besides her Lord.
Both of them carried secrets that could destroy everything, yet their hips kept chasing each other with growing desperation, seeking more heat, more friction, more of that overwhelming pleasure.
