LUCIAN’S POV
I lay back against the pillows, my body filled with hunger as I looked down at my little wife trembling at the edge of the bed. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her thighs still wet from the first round I'd wrung out of her. And yet—my need hadn't dimmed. Not even close.
“Come here,” I said, gripping her wrist and pulling her closer. “Come sit on my face.”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head shyly. “No…I can't. What if I choke you?”
I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating through the room. “You think I care about that? Do you have any idea how badly I want to drown in you? How badly I want your scent smothering me, your taste coating my tongue until I forget what air even feels like?”
Her thighs squeezed together, and she looked down, still h
