Chapter 32

Harper’s POV

The second their hands leave me, my body tips forward. There’s no resistance left in my muscles, no strength to hold myself upright. My knees slide, my face pressing to the soft cushion they’d laid down earlier. My breath is ragged and shallow, my skin coated in a sheen of sweat that clings like silk. Every inch of me feels like fire and silk combined, fragile, scorched, desperate for more.

I hear movement behind me. Not slow or cautious, not like Theo had been when he was trying not to break me. This is different. Heavier steps, more grounded. I know it’s Mason before I even feel his hand on the curve of my spine. He strokes down, almost lazily, before he grabs my hips in a tight grip and pulls me back slightly.

I don’t lift my head. I can’t. My body feels boneless, but I know what’s coming, and I want it. I need it.