Lucretius and I began showing each other's hunger the moment we had taken a bath. Soaked in a tub, steam curling around us like a veil, I sat on his lap facing him while we exchanged a fiery kiss.The water lapped softly against the porcelain as his hands slid up my back, warm and steady, pulling me closer. Every kiss felt deeper than the last. No teasing now, no restraint. Just heat. Just need.My fingers tangled in his damp hair as I tilted my head, letting him explore my mouth with a slow, claiming intensity that made my breath tremble. The air between us was thick with steam and something far more intoxicating."Euphyllia..." he murmured against my lips, his voice rougher than I had ever heard it.I answered him with another kiss.The world beyond the canvas of the tent ceased to exist. There was no war, no duty, no contract written in cold ink. There was only the way his hands traced the curve of my waist, the way his grip tightened when I shifted against him, the way his breathi
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