The room was quiet now, the air still heavy with the scent of s*x. The sheets were tangled beneath them, damp with sweat, and the only sound was their breathing—hers quick and uneven, his deep and steady.
Elena lay flat on her back, her chest rising and falling as though she had been running for hours. Her skin glistened faintly under the dim lamp, flushed and warm. She turned her head slightly, and her gaze caught him.
Lucian.
He was beside her, his body stretched long and powerful, his broad chest bare, his tattoos dark against his pale skin. His arm slid around her waist and pulled her closer until her cheek pressed against his shoulder. His touch was firm but not demanding. For the first time since she’d entered his suite, she felt something almost like safety.
He lowered his head,
