Between Wrath and Mercy (The Divine Between, #1)

by Jess Wisecup

“Maybe that in itself was the allure. He looked like you but didn’t speak.” I didn’t want to admit every part of me had wanted him in the moment, even if I fought it. He barked out a laugh, and I felt his body shake behind me.

“Well, Highclere, the next time you want me to be quiet and kiss you, just tell me. I’ll even bite your neck if you want.”

My nightgown was rucked up around my hips, and he watched me as his hands roamed, feeling my soft skin beneath his calloused hands.

“I love your soft.” Another kiss. “You don’t have any idea how much I’ve fucking needed your soft.” I felt my throat constrict. I didn’t know what I expected him to say, but it wasn’t that.