Mara
Lucian's kisses were soft and slow, each one blooming across my skin like petals in a garden of pleasure. I couldn't understand how I never got tired of him. If anything, I wanted him more—like my body remembered him even in the spaces between our touches and kept craving more.
“Lucian…” I breathed, barely able to say his name.
“Let me thank you properly,” he whispered.
He brought my breasts together, his mouth trailing heat as he licked and sucked both n*****s at once. My back arched instinctively. They were extra sensitive—more than usual—and the sensation had me gasping, fingers tangled in his hair as I moaned aloud.
Lucian knew my body like a sacred map—every route, every curve, every hidden switch. He never rushed, and he never missed. I was spoiled by him, addicted to the w
