I threaded my fingers into his hair, let my mouth brush along his jaw, his throat. He exhaled like I’d taken the air from his lungs. My name fell from his lips like a prayer.
“Ari…”
“Don’t stop me, please. I need you.” I begged, my skin flushing hot.
I pulled his ruined shirt over his head and traced the curve of every old scar, every mark the world had carved into him. His body trembled beneath my touch, but his eyes never left mine. They were full of fire and reverence: hunger and restraint.
He touched me next, tentatively at first, his fingers brushing the hem of my tunic, then sliding under. Every place he touched, he learned. Memorized. Worshipped.
Then, His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath—rough, hungry, devouring. There was no space left between us, no room for anything but the heat that tore through both of us like wildfire.
Lucian's hands gripped my hips, dragging me down against him, and gods, I could feel him—hard, huge, barely holding back.
Lucia
