Lucian heard the resignation in Shea’s tone, smiled, and wrapped Shea into an embrace. “Yes, exactly as I will.” He kissed Shea’s earlobe, took his time exploring the shape and savoring the minute tremors that shook Shea’s frame. “So you will take me to your bedroom, undress me, affix me to your bed, and f**k me to my demand, sweet Shea.”
Shea’s head whipped to look at Lucian, though his body stayed locked in position. Lucian’s c**k positively ached with need at the display of such intense obedience.
“What?” Shea asked, incredulously. “You want me to what?”
Lucian repressed a laugh, arching a brow and slipping a hand around, up, and into Shea’s hair. He squeezed. “Get me naked, bound, and f****d, beloved. Is that somehow distasteful to you?”
The grunt of breath sounded like it was knoc
