Ava's POV
The library door swung open with a dramatic creak, and Damien’s voice sliced through the charged silence like a whip. “Well, well,” he drawled, his wicked grin flashing as he leaned against the frame. “Am I interrupting something delicious?”
My breath caught in my throat. I was still perched on the edge of the velvet chair, my thighs trembling from the aftershocks of Lucas’s mouth, and there was no way to hide the flush burning across my cheeks or the way my skirt was bunched around my waist. Damien’s eyes raked over the scene me flushed and breathing hard, Lucas still kneeling between my legs, lips glistening with me and something dark and possessive flared in his gaze.
“Get out, Damien,” Lucas said quietly, but there was no heat in it, just a warning. He rose slowly, wiping
