OLIVIA’S POV
The water rippled around us, the silence heavy, charged. Lucien’s lips were still warm against mine, his breath uneven, his hands tight around my waist. He had kissed me back—hard, desperate, like he needed me as much as I needed him.
And yet, he was holding back.
I could feel it in the tension coiling in his muscles, the way his grip on me wasn’t as firm as it could be, as if he was restraining himself. As if he was trying to be decent.
That wasn’t what I wanted.
Not today.
Not after waiting for his touch on my body.
I wanted to drown in him, to let him consume me the way he had always done since our three years of marriage. I wanted to erase the space between us, to feel him in every way possible again.
I lifted my hands, threading them behind his neck, pullin
