GRAYSON'S WEIGHT was a crushing, solid reality against Mailah's chest, his heat seeping through her damp clothes.
He looked down at where their bodies met, his brow furrowed in a flicker of genuine confusion. For a moment, the Prince of the Third Circle looked almost... perplexed.
"A human body is a loud, needy thing," Grayson rasped, his voice dropping into a register that vibrated against her collarbone. He shifted slightly, and the pressure of his arousal against her thigh became even more pronounced.
He let out a sharp, disdainful huff. "It seems my human body is more vulnerable to you than I guessed. This surge is a flaw....a weakness."
He looked back up at her, his silver-gray eyes narrowing as he caught the way Mailah's own breath hitched.
