Selena had no idea how long Lucian had kept her in that dressing room.
Time had become a blurred, indistinct concept. She existed on the edge of a trance—her consciousness drifting while her body was pinned in place by wave after wave of unrelenting sensation. Lucian had been a man possessed, leaving her no room to breathe, stacking c****x upon c****x until her muscles spasmed uncontrollably and her voice grew hoarse.
At one point, a familiar scent of tobacco had drifted in from the hallway.
It was the distinct aroma that followed Adrian.
Selena’s heart had constricted, and she tried to sharpen her senses to confirm his presence. But in the next second, Lucian’s ferocity shattered her focus again, and she sank back into the tide of lust, unable to care who was watching or listening.
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