(Lucas’ POV).
The moment Lena’s satin sheet slipped from her fingers and pooled at her feet, my breath caught in my throat.
Time itself seemed to stutter, as if the universe had paused just to let me fully absorb the sight before me.
Her skin, soft and flushed, glowed in the dim lighting. My eyes traced over every curve, every dip and swell of her body.
Her plump breasts, pert and inviting, jiggled slightly from the sudden movement.
The smooth, delicious curve of her waist leading down to the delicate folds between her legs—it was almost too much to take in at once.
A rush of heat surged through me, coiling tightly in my gut, and my jeans became unbearably restrictive.
My c**k throbbed against the denim, aching, demanding, nearly bursting at the seams. The primal hunger roaring
