A R I A
His mouth is on mine like we've been waiting years for this. Maybe we have.
There's nothing soft about the kiss. It's deep, devouring, and it tastes like everything we've been denying—want, fury, heat. His hands are already in my hair, gripping it like it grounds him. I clutch the front of his shirt, yanking him closer even though he's already pressed against me.
Lucian groans into my mouth. "You're going to drive me insane."
"Good," I whisper, breathless. "Then I won't be alone."
He lifts me like I weigh nothing. One arm under my thighs, the other around my back. I gasp, and my legs wrap around him on instinct, my arms around his neck. His mouth doesn't leave mine for long—just long enough to look at me like he's about to ruin me.
Then he carries me through the hallway, past
