Lucas’s POV
Harper was playing with fire. She knew she was.
This wasn’t how I intended things to go when I suggested she take a bath and calm her nerves. Nevertheless, I wasn’t complaining.
Feeling her come apart in my hands with my fingers snug deep inside her perfect, soaked p***y was exactly the kind of therapeutic session that I needed. I smiled to myself, knowing that I would never get the sounds of her wanton desperation out of my head.
My perfect mate took the pleasure I gave her and was already eager for more. And sure enough, I was ready to give it to her.
There was only so much I could seriously blame on this bond. In truth, I believed that the feelings shared between Harper and me were always there. In one form or another. What the bond did was add an extra dose of inten
