EIRA’S POV
His lips, they were on hers.
Lucien’s hands were on her waist, pulling her close. Her legs lifted, sliding up his thigh in response. He didn’t pull away from her. Instead, he deepened the kiss. He tilted her head, his lips moving over hers with a hunger that I knew all too well.
My chest tightened so hard, breathing was difficult. It felt like sharp needles were piercing each side of my heart.
A small, breathless sound left Elena’s lips, a sound I had once made. I was once in her shoes, lips desperately intertwining with his. That made it hurt all the more. I clutched my chest, as it felt like my lungs had collapsed inside of me.
I left out a shaky breath, and as if on cue, Lucien opened up his eyes. Our eyes met for a brief moment and something flashed within his. Was it
