Chapter 33 Game Of Perfect Moments

Moonlight painted shadows across Maurice's sleeping face, softening the sharp edges that had seemed so predatory hours before. Karen traced his jawline with her eyes, remembering how those lips had worshiped every inch of her skin, how his touch had made her forget everything - even her fears. "My perfect prize," he'd whispered in the heat of passion. Now, in the silence, those words took on a different weight.