Lucian’s hand moved with delicate yet purposeful precision, as if each touch was meant to dig deeper into Andromeda’s reactions—searching for the exact place where her body would tense first, where her breath would catch, and where she would finally lose the control she wore so proudly, like armor. Andromeda’s fingers still clutched the man’s jacket, but now they didn’t just want to hold him—they wanted to pull him. Closer. Closer still. Her body arched, tense, reacting more urgently to every subtle movement of Lucian’s fingers. Her hips moved instinctively, chasing the rhythm of his touch, the promise his hands whispered into her.
Desire crawled up her spine like a hot wave, and when Lucian’s lips found her neck again—kissing, nipping—while his hand caressed her most sensitive places wit
