Katrina’s point of view
If someone told me that five months after meeting Lucius, the only thing I would want was his touch every time, I would have called their bluff.
But here I am, being carried into his penthouse downtown. My lips devour his lips as he leads me to his bedroom.
I frantically try to pull off his jacket, his hands around my waist, while the other one buries itself in my hair, and my legs are wrapped around his waist.
Burying my head in his neck, I nibble on his skin. “ You look so beautiful that I want to keep you all to myself” he whispers, kissing me gently like I was a fragile thing that would break if not careful.
I bury my fingers in his hair and let his lips devour me like a fire of desire. He lowers me on the bed and spreads my legs as she climbs on top of me, his kisses trailing from my lips to my jaw and then neck.
He pulls away briefly, staring into my eyes, “Katrina”
“No. Don’t do this, Lucius.” I say, placing a finger on his lips. I am not some vu
