Lucas' lips slowed against her nipples until he finally pulled away, his hand still resting gently on her cheek, his thumb brushing the flush of her skin. He looked into her eyes, those deep, royal eyes that had always carried themselves with confidence, but now flickered with something fragile, almost desperate.
"Princess…" his voice was low, uncertain. "Are you sure you want this? Me?"
Her breath came uneven, her lips slightly parted as though still yearning for the kiss he had just stolen away. She nodded quickly, almost frantically, as though afraid that hesitation might cost her the chance to feel that bliss again. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but her eyes burning with determination. "I'm sure."
Lucas didn't move, didn't rush to claim her nipples again, even though the urge pulled at him. Instead, he studied her carefully, his brows drawing together. "Why?" he asked finally, his tone firm but gentle. "Why do you really want me?"
