Elara I woke to unfamiliar sheets and the golden wash of afternoon light across white walls.For a terrifying, disoriented second, my mind was a total blank. I couldn't remember where I was, what day it was, or why the air smelled so distinctly of salt air, expensive wool, and intoxicating sandalwood.Then the haze of sleep began to lift. I was in Lucien’s room. In his bed. Naked under the duvet.A hot, sudden wave of shame and heat rushed up my neck.As I sat up, pulling the duvet tightly against my body, a sharp ache bloomed between my legs and the memories of what transpired last night flooded my mind with startling clarity.The force of Lucien’s hands, the feeling of his mouth on my skin, the relentless rhythm he’d set, the way he kept me on the edge until the only word left in my mouth was his name.I buried my face in my hands from horror.What had I done?Before last night, I had never once viewed Lucien Beaumont as a man in a romantic sense. Sure, he was objectively a good-l
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