LUCAS’S POV
I was still breathing like I’d sprinted a goddamn marathon, chest heaving, c**k twitching against my thigh even after she’d just sucked the soul straight out of me. Avela was straddling my lap again, her thighs warm and soft around my hips, that wicked little smile on her swollen lips. My c*m was still on her tongue—I could taste myself when she leaned in and brushed her mouth against mine—and f**k if that didn’t make me hard all over again.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. Hair messy from my hands, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and daring. She looked like every filthy fantasy I’d ever had, wrapped up in the sweetest package.
I reached up, rubbed my thumb along her jaw slow and dirty, feeling the heat of her skin. She leaned into my touch like a cat, and it made my chest do som
