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against her back, Jace slid his knee between her thighs, nudging them apart. His lips on her
    shoulder, he slipped his fingers between the folds of her sex. She arched into his searching digits, so
    incredibly grateful for his touch. Her clit felt so swollen and needy. His fingers expertly found their target.
    He rubbed tiny circles over the stiff nub. “Ohhh.”
    “You like that?” His heated whisper tickled her ear.
    “Yes.” Her groaned reply reverberated off the shower tiles. Even with so little attention, she neared
    orgasm. Her thighs tensed and breath hitched.
    “That’s it, baby. I want to feel your cunt pulse against my fingers.”
    “Oh, fuck yes!” A wave of ecstasy crashed down over her. Fingers curling against the tile, Isla
    undulated and flicked her hips in time with the orgasmic contractions of her body. Jace’s arm slid around
    her waist, bracing her as she rode out the peaks and valleys.
    When she was completely spent, Jace moved his hand and slowly spun her in his arms. Still in that
    post-orgasmic haze, Isla let him walk her back under the shower spray. He swept his hands down her body,
    rinsing away the suds clinging to her. He repeated the process on himself and then shut off the shower.
    After grabbing a towel off the rack, he made quick work of wicking away the moisture from their bodies.
    She noticed his cock standing at attention, and instantly, the hunger returned. “What about you?”

    A wicked smile curled Jace’s lips as he moved his gaze down Isla’s still-damp and flushed body.
    Without a word, he swept her into his arms. She gasped and stiffened at first but relaxed when he kissed
    her. He carried her into his bedroom and carefully deposited her in the center of his bed. Wasting no time,
    he crawled on top of her. He straddled her upper thighs and pinned her arms over her head.
    Isla’s eyes widened at his possessive maneuver. Her pink tongue flicked out and swiped his lower lip as
    if to encourage him.
    As if he needed it…
    Jace made love to her mouth, reveling in the sweet sensation of her supple lips and velvety tongue.
    When he released her hands, she curled her arms around his shoulders and waist, holding him close. She
    pumped her hips just a little as she caressed his back, her fingertips as light as a whisper against his skin.
    Settled over her like this, in his bed as he’d imagined time and time again, sent his emotions into overdrive.
    Tangled in the jumble of emotions, he couldn’t quite decide what he was feeling. Lust? Love? Excitement?
    Regret?
    As much as he’d wanted this, wanted her, it filled him with fear to finally get it. Over the next nineteen
    or so hours, he would get to indulge his deepest desires for her. When they freed her from the curse—and
    they would—Isla would cut him loose. He knew her well enough to know she didn’t like attachments. After
    having this addictive taste, the thought of the awkward silences and meetings in the future made him ill.
    The disapproval of his fellow nephilim dampened his enthusiasm. He could just see the disappointed looks
    on their faces as he made his confession.
    But there wasn’t anything to be done. The curse required this of him, and Jace wouldn’t let her down.
    Whatever happened after, he’d deal with it according to his usual MO—stoically.
    Isla purred beneath him. Jace nuzzled her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent layered over the brisk
    smell of his soap. His hand disappeared in her damp tresses as he devoured her lips. Arching into his
    weight, Isla’s pebbled nipples teased his chest. The heat radiating off her body was just unbelievable. It
    seemed to amplify the delightfully sexy pheromones emanating from her body, driving him wild with
    wicked thoughts.
    Lips dancing down her neck and across her chest, Jace crawled down her body. His tongue dipped into
    her navel before he peppered kisses along the slight curve of her tummy. Situated between her thighs, he
    shifted her knees up,