A low curse rumbled from Lucian, his control hanging by a thread as he scooped me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my arms draping over his shoulders as he carried me effortlessly through the dimly lit halls.
His grip tightened as he pushed into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. As soon as he reached the bed, he set me down, his hands lingering on my waist before slowly pulling away to take off his shirt.
I lay before him, bare, vulnerable, and utterly intoxicated. His gaze roamed over my body, but it was when my eyes landed on the ink sprawled across his chest that I stirred.
My fingers traced the tattoo, my touch featherlight. "I never notic
