LUKAS’S POV
Sweat clung to my skin as I lay on the bed, the sheets tangled around my hips, my chest rising slow, the air cooling the dampness on my shoulders. Seleneaa rested beside me, her red hair fanned across the pillow, wild and bright, her bare skin glowing soft in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Her dark eyes locked on mine, steady and warm, her lips curling faint, a flush lingering on her cheeks from what we’d just done. My fingers traced lazy circles on her arm, her skin smooth under my touch, and I grinned, my voice low and teasing. “That red hair of yours—makes you look too damn cute, you know that?”
Her cheeks deepened pink, her gaze dropping, lashes brushing her skin, and she swatted my chest, her hand light, her laugh soft. “Stop it,” she muttered, her voice p
