Mirabelle's upper body bent backward, her spine arching deeply while her head fell back far enough for her curls to brush against her bare ass.
Beneath her palms she could feel Lucien's firm stomach muscles as she sat atop him, his crimson eyes locked onto her with unbearable intensity.
Then suddenly he was above her.
One hand pinned her wrists down while the other slid along her thigh as his hungry gaze traveled across her flushed skin.
Then he trusted into her.
'Snap out of it, girl.'
Mirabelle's wandering consciousness slammed violently back into reality so abruptly that she startled and sucked in a sharp breath.
Heat pooled low inside her stomach.
Mortified, she unconsciously pressed her thighs together.
Beside her, Lucien had noticed nothing about the exact contents of her imagination.
But when he inhaled—
something sweet and warm teased his senses.
His head snapped toward the lynx female so quickly his neck nearly cracked.
