AVELA’S POV
His hands were still on my shoulders when I did it again.
I let my head fall back, eyes locked on his, and moaned. Soft. Deliberate. Low enough to vibrate straight through his palms.
The air snapped tight.
Lucas’s fingers dug in for half a second, like he was holding on for dear life. His eyes went dark, pupils blown wide, that playful spark replaced by something raw and hungry.
He leaned down slowly, breath brushing my ear.
“Are you testing me, Avela?”
His voice was rough, dangerous, like gravel dragged. It made my thighs press together on instinct.
I swallowed, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it.
“What if I am?” I whispered back, surprising even myself.
The smirk that crawled across his face was pure sin.
He didn’t answer with words.
He just moved
