I knew I would never sleep with a man on the first day we met. I had never done it before, and I wasn’t about to start now. But God—Lucien was temptation incarnate. I was already wet. Soaking.
My c**t throbbed, aching for attention. His attention. His love. His obsession. My lips burned for his kiss, my n*****s hardened, and every inch of my body screamed for his touch. If my body could move without the restraint of my mind, I would already be on my knees, begging for him to claim me.
But I wasn’t reckless. I had never been. Overthinking had always been my shield, and so I forced myself to stay composed, letting him move me, guide me, do with me as he pleased—at least on the surface.
I had just clawed my way out of heartbreak; I couldn’t risk diving headfirst into something I wasn’t sur
