“Good girl,” I murmur. She looks up at me with dazed eyes, her lips parted. Her skin is flushed, her hair a tangled mess against the pillows, and she’s never looked more breathtaking. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m clean.” I move over her, my body pressing hers into the mattress as I position myself between her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer. I pressthe tip of my cock against her entrance, feeling her wetness coating me. “You’re soaking wet, love. You just had two orgasms, but your greedy little pussy is still begging for more.”
Her eyes flutter shut as I push into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She’s so tight, so warm, and the way she clenches around me is almost enough to make me lose control. But I hold back, savoring the feel of her as I bury myself to the hilt. Her nails dig into my back as she adjusts to me.
I pause, giving her time, my forehead resting against hers as our bodies connect in the most intimate way possible. Her eyes flutter closed, and she bites her lower lip, a soft moan escaping her.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open, wide and dark. I hold her gaze as I begin to move slowly, each thrust drawing a soft gasp from her lips. Her hands slide down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I shift, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out. “Lucian. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop even if the house was on fire. The rhythm builds, each thrust deeper, harder, more possessive. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I drive into her with a relentless pace. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, a symphony of skin against skin, punctuated by her soft cries and my low growls.
“You feel so good. So tight, so perfect for me.”
Evelyn’s body trembles, on the edge of another climax.
“I’m close,” she whines.
I reach between us, my fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it in tight circles. Her hips jerk against mine, and she shatters around me. Her inner walls clench tightly, pulling me over the edge with her.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck as I start coming, my hot seed spurting into her. The world ceases to exist. There’sonly her and the way our bodies meld together, the way her heart hammers against my chest in the quiet of the room. I stay like that for a long moment, savoring the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair against my cheek.
Eventually, I pull back, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead. Her eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and she smiles, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin.
“I’m really glad I’m here,” she murmurs, her voice soft and drowsy. Her body is relaxed and pliant beneath mine. “With you.”
I kiss her forehead. “I am, too, Evelyn Laurent.”
With a contented sigh, she shifts closer, her head resting on my chest. The firelight dances across her skin, casting golden highlights in her hair and softening the lines of exhaustion that had been etched into her features earlier. For a moment, I just watch her: the way her lashes flutter as she blinks up at me, the faint flush that still lingers on her cheeks, the curve of her lips as they tilt into a sleepy smile. She looks at peace.
I brush my thumb over her cheekbone. “You should rest. You’ve had a long week.”
Her fingers tighten around my wrist, her eyes closing, and she leans into my touch. “Stay with me?”
“Always.” I shift beside Evelyn, pulling the silk sheets over us both before wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her closer. Her body fits perfectly against mine, and I feel the tension in her body melt away as she relaxes against me.
The silence between us is comfortable, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the soft rhythm of our breathing. Her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest, and I can feel the steady beat of her heart against my skin. It’s a quiet intimacy, one that feels more profound than anything we’ve shared before.
It’s everything I ever wanted.
Chapter 21
Evelyn
Dawn bleeds across the Adirondacks in streaks of violet and gold. I press my bare palms against the bedroom window, letting the cold seep into my skin until it burns. Behind me, the sheets rustle as Lucian stirs. I don’t turn; he’ll be cataloging my bruises and bite marks from last night’s claiming.
The glass fogs with my breath. I trace a single word in the condensation:
Guilty.
It disappears before Lucian’s arms slide around my waist, his sleep-warm chest pressing against my back. His lips find the sensitive spot beneath my ear where he’d sunk his teeth hours earlier. “You’re thinking too loud.”
I lean into him, watching our reflection warp in the icy glass. His golden god physique contrasts sharply with my pale, bruised skin, the dark circles under my eyes that no amount ofBlackwood money can conceal. “It’s... it’s beautiful here. But it feels like a dream,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the crackle of the dying fire in the hearth. “Like I’ll wake up and none of this will be real.”
