6
Lena’s POV
Pain.
The first thing I felt was pain. A dull, aching soreness between my thighs, a throbbing heat across my skin.
The second thing was him.
Lucian’s body was solid beside me, his breathing deep and steady, his arm slung over my waist like a claim.
And the third thing—the most dangerous thing—was the realization that I had crossed a line I could never uncross.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I wasn’t even just someone who had s*x for the first time.
I had been taken. Owned. Marked.
Lucian had wrecked me.
I shifted under the covers, wincing at the soreness, my thighs sticky with the evidence of what we’d done.
I should have felt ashamed.
I should have wanted to run.
Instead, my body thrummed at the memory.
At the way he had held me down, whispered filth in my ear, ma
