Alina’s POV A high, breathy sound was trapped in my throat. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even whimper. My voice was gone, stolen by the relentless, rhythmic flicker of his tongue. I was a live wire, every nerve ending sparking, sizzling, about to short-circuit. I could feel it building again, that terrifying, beautiful pressure coiling deep in my belly, tightening with every expert stroke.“Lucian,” I finally managed, the word a strangled gasp. “I’m... I’m going to…”It was a warning, a plea for mercy. Instead, it was a provocation.A low, approving growl vibrated against my most sensitive skin. His hands, which were gripping my hips, tightened, his fingers pressing into my flesh. He became my storm, his tongue getting lost in the fray, and I found myself gasping for air.I convulsed against him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, not to push him away, but to hold him there, to anchor myself while the world tilted. The coil snapped.My body was on fire. He rode out the storm wit
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