EIRA’S POV
I was a dripping mess.
Lucien pinned me to the wall, caging me with his body as his lips explored mine. He kissed me with raw, uncontrollable hunger. His hands slid underneath my jacket, then up to my waist, his fingers tracing my skin and leaving a fiery trail in it’s wake.
I moaned, arching desperately as the heat throbbed violently between my thighs. Lucien was a mess. He groaned, head falling against my shoulders.
“Your scent,” he gasped. “It’s everywhere, Eira, I can’t... f**k-“
His hands slid down, gripping my thighs and lifting me up so our hips aligned. My legs wrapped around his instinctively. I could feel every inch of his arousal through our clothing. His manhood was hard, thick and pulsing.
My body shuddered.
“Lucien, please,“ The desperation slipped through m
