I was trapped beneath him.
His strong body pressed against mine, a heavy, unyielding presence that stole the breath from my lungs. His hands were on either side of my head, caging me in, his face hovering just inches from mine. His scent—dark spice and cedarwood—wrapped around me, making my head swim.
"You belong to me, Mara," he murmured, his voice deep and smooth, threading through me like silk and chains all at once.
I trembled beneath him as his fingers traced the curve of my neck, gliding down to my collarbone before moving lower. My body betrayed me, arching slightly, craving more even though my mind screamed at me to resist. But I couldn't—not when he was looking at me like this, not when his touch sent shivers racing through me.
Lucian’s lips barely brushed against my skin, tea
