Andromeda lay breathless among the rumpled sheets, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm, her skin glowing as if the deep, smothered embers of desire were burning her from within. Lucian was still kneeling between her thighs, his palms gliding possessively along her legs, as if he hadn’t merely taken what he wanted—but had also mapped every inch of her.
Through the mist clinging under her eyelids, she could only vaguely see Lucian shifting upward, and moments later, he was leaning over her. His face cast a shadow over her, but his eyes… burned. Raw, feral possession gleamed in them, but behind it flickered something else—something Andromeda couldn’t, and didn’t dare, name.
The next moment, he grabbed her chin, and before she could say a word, he stole a quick, hard kiss.
