AVELA’S POV
The air between us crackled, thick with heat and the scent of what he’d just done to me. My body still thrummed from the orgasm, skin flushed, thighs slick. Lucas stood there, naked and unashamed, his c**k heavy and hard, curving up like it was made for sin. My eyes locked on it, pulse racing. He was big—bigger than I’d imagined—and the sight of him, all raw power and hunger, made my core clench with fresh need.
He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. His fingers tore the foil with a sharp rip that echoed in the quiet room. My breath hitched as he rolled it down his length, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine. The latex stretched over him, hugging every thick inch. He fisted himself once, twice, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Then he cli
