I motioned him closer.
Lucian hesitated.
He was struggling with himself, I could see it—torn between what he wanted and what he feared this would mean. The control he usually held so tightly was fraying.
“Mara,” he said, voice rough, “are you sure about this?”
I nodded. “Let me see you.”
He hesitated again, then finally loosened the waistband of his shorts. When he revealed himself, I couldn’t hide my curiosity, or the rush of anticipation that followed.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, teasing, breathless.
He didn’t answer in time. I leaned forward, gently taking him into my mouth.
His breath hitched—my name slipping from his lips like a prayer. “Mara…”
I moved slowly, testing what felt right, following the sound of his breath and the tension in his thighs. I wasn’t
