My knees buckled, and Lucien caught me, one arm around my chest, the other around my hips, grounding me as my body shivered with aftershocks.
“You’ll do better next time,” he whispered into my ear, voice soft for a moment, “or you’ll wait until tomorrow.”
I was a mess, drenched, shaking, my mind swirling with overstimulation. Luca shifted, lifting me effortlessly in a bridal carry as we made our way back to the cabin. My head rested against his chest, still buzzing from the overwhelming intensity, my mind half-empty with pleasure. When I dared to look up, his eyes held a softness I hadn’t expected, a tenderness that made my heart twist. He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across my forehead.
Even in his strength, he made me feel weightless.
“What happened to the vehicle?” Lucien’s v
