Teya's POV Lucien kissed me again, slower this time—deeper. His mouth moved over mine like a prayer, like a man starved not just for touch but for meaning. It wasn’t just heat anymore—it was a connection. It was every wall he’d built crumbling.His hand slid from my waist to my ribs, fingers playing as if trying to memorize the shape of me. His touch was reverent, tentative, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real—like if he held too tightly, I might slip through his fingers.I arched into him, my breath catching as his lips trailed to my jaw, down the curve of my throat. Every place his mouth touched felt branded—electric with sensation. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as a soft sound escaped me, involuntary and raw.Lucien stilled for a breath, his lips hovering at the base of my throat. A muscle in his jaw ticked, as though he were fighting something inside himself. His eyes searched mine—desperate, burning, but still holding on to the last thread of con
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