"I WILL NEVER CAUSE YOU PAIN."
With those words echoing in her mind, she felt his strong arms encircle her waist, lifting her onto the top of his desk.
The mahogany surface was cool against her thighs, a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from Grayson's body as he positioned himself between her legs.
His hands came to rest on either side of her hips, fingers splayed against the polished wood as he leaned into her space.
The proximity was intoxicating—she could count the flecks of gray in his blue eyes, could see the way his pupils dilated with barely restrained hunger that had nothing to do with his supernatural nature and everything to do with the woman before him.
