MAGDALENA knows that they crossed the line again. It was wrong, but why does it feel so right? Every flick of his tongue inside her mouth didn’t taste like sin. The way he kissed her now didn’t taste like guilt. It felt like freedom.
Kissing him.
Tasting his lips.
Giving in.
Why does everything that involves him feels right and magical?
Lucian’s lips felt comforting. His fingers on her jaw felt warm.
She should’ve pulled away, drawn the line, avoided the temptation. But she couldn’t.
Her selfishness is taking over her sanity again.
She couldn't think. All she could feel was the pulse in her throat and the tremble of her fingers as they rose, hesitantly, shaking, to rest on his bare chest.
And when her palm pressed against his hard chest, she felt the fire that burns. It intensifi
