"Your probation is officially lifted. You are completely, officially forgiven."
Grayson froze for a single beat, his jaw locking as the full weight of her words settled into him. The subtle, hyper-vigilant restraint he had maintained for weeks—the careful distance, the constant worry that he hadn't done enough to make up for his past mistakes—melted away in a single, breathless second.
"Forgiven?" Grayson rasped, his voice rough and thick with a sudden, overwhelming heat.
"Fully," Mailah confirmed, sliding her hands up to frame his sharp jawline. "No more probationary periods. No more domestic evaluations. You've proven everything you ever needed to prove."
A low, deep, intoxicating sound rumbled in Grayson's chest. The quiet, deadpan host vanished entirely, replaced by the fierce, possessive incubus whose devotion belonged solely to her.
