Dirty and Sinful Collection
A deep, aching heat curled between my thighs.
“I’m yours,” I repeated, barely above a whisper.
Lucian’s lips dragged down my throat, slow and claiming.
“Again,” he commanded.
A sharp pulse of arousal shot through me.
I was trembling, aching, and I was his.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, this time with no hesitation.
Lucian growled his approval, his mouth crashing onto mine.
His hands moved down my body, until his fingers found my soaked heat.
I gasped, arching into him while feeling desperate for more.