A marriage of shadows and fire

into my seat for breakfast, Jackson was already there. His gaze locked onto mine-a heat that sent a rippl

in my chest. How did we end up here? Kissing my supposed stepson-it was unthinkable,

Jackson stepped in. His presence filled the room

s voice low, almost pl

d, sitting on the edg

... it wasn't a mistake. My heart aches for you, Celine. I love you.

d away, avoiding the storm in his eyes. "We h

my hand, his fingers warm against mine. "You feel it t

. The kiss haunted me, its sweetness lingering on my li

Jackson, we can't do this," I whisp

back, pulling me into his arms. His lips found mine, and this time, the kiss burned with passion. I couldn't res

he loveless marriage with Dickson. His touch, his words, reminded me of a time

room as I stepped out of the bathr

e offered, his voice

rs gliding over my skin. His breath warmed my ear as his hands work

murmured, wea

hut as he turned the lock, sealing us in our forbidden world. That nig

was away on business, oblivious to the bond forming

evening, his tone dripping with suspicion. "It

ust adapting to the situ

u'll forget that pathetic bo

like that," I snapped

waved me off an

ackson knocked s

reful now," he said, sitt

pered. "But I

st need to be smarter," he in

me. We pulled apart, panic coursing through us. Jackson slipped

kson returned with a strange expression. He

s voice trembling. "There's

and though hesitation

le the breath from my lungs. My knees

my voice shaking. "Wha