BOOK TWOChapter 1: Sunlit MorningsWarm sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains of our master bedroom, painting soft golden patterns across the rumpled silk sheets. I stirred slowly, cocooned in the solid heat of my husband’s body. Lucian’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his large hand splayed possessively across my lower belly—the same belly that had carried our third child, Kai, and now felt strangely soft and empty in comparison.Even in sleep, Lucian Kane claimed me.At thirty-one, I had learned to crave that possession the way I once craved air. The man who had ruined me in a hotel room years ago had never stopped ruining me—in the best, most devastating ways possible.I felt his lips brush the back of my neck, warm and deliberate.“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and that low, commanding timbre that still made my thighs press together instinctively.I smiled, pressing my back against his chest. “Morning, Daddy.”His grip tightened
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