WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Y-You're insane—argh, Lucian!"
Sera writhed against the cotton sheets, heat blooming across her skin like water on hot glass. She couldn't still her hips, couldn't bring herself to look his way—though she was blind, she felt the weight of his attention as keenly as sunlight. Her legs tensed, instinct screaming to close, but Lucian's hands were firm on her thighs, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh to hold her open.
She'd meant to stop him. When his mouth first found her freshly shaved skin, she'd tensed for a fight. But the moment his lips touched her, reason dissolved like sugar in warm water. A dizzying pull pulled her under, and even as she stammered her protests, her body arched toward the sensation he drew from her.
