“If you want us to have an audience, I can call them back,” he said in her ear, groaning as his hips snapped against her. “You want us watched, Winter?” “No. Of course not,” she shakily breathed, her nails digging in his back. “Why not? I want the shadows and the light both to know of the crime I’ve committed by making you mine. That I’ve ruined the one thing pure left in this world. That only I can do it. That they are forbidden to ever want to ruin you. Look at me,” he ordered, cupping her jaw, and slowing his thrusts.
