Braelyn's POV
It wasn't surprising he had these tastes. Lucien had always been someone who loved thrills. It took a while to adjust my vision after being in the dark for so long.
I blinked up at him through wet lashes, wrecked and boneless. He was devastatingly handsome even in this state, dripping with sweat that glistened all over his body and that smirk...
My limbs felt heavy and completely useless. Just one round left me wrecked. Before I could even try to move, he gathered me against his chest, pulling me into the cradle of his arms like I weighed nothing. I crumpled there instantly, my face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of him mixed with sweat and sex.
His hand felt safe, like home. "You were perfect," he whispered against my hair, his voice rough but soft. "So fucking perfect for me."
I barely registered the praise. Exhaustion crashed over me like a tide, pulling me under. My eyelids fluttered, too heavy to keep open.
