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“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmurs against my skin as his face moves to settle between my spread thighs. His eyes drop to my core, pupils dilated and clouded with lust. “The reality is so much better.”

With that, he dives in. I gasp, hips bucking as his tongue sweeps between my folds before lifting to circle my clit.

“Oh,” I sigh, head falling back against the couch cushion. My fingers slide between the black strands of Lucian’s hair, tugging on the roots as I rock my hips against his face. He hums against my skin, his arms tightening around my thighs as he presses deeper.

He laps and sucks at my clit until I’m a squirming, writhing mess.

“Oh God, Lucian,” I gasp, unable to stay still as I pull on his hair and buck against him. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t let up as he drives me over the edge and into oblivion. My back arches, my muscles pull tight, and my body locks up as an orgasm ricochets through me. I’m left boneless and panting as he climbs up me, chin wet and grinning like the savage he is.

“Best. Meal. Ever,” he growls, before pulling me in for asoul-sucking kiss. I can taste myself on him, the contrast of my vanilla body wash to his bergamot and burnt spice is heady and intoxicating.

Hitching a leg over his hips, I encourage him closer. I feel his cock nudge at my entrance, and reaching down, I guide him inside. He hisses as I moan, the sounds of our pleasure a sweet symphony in the otherwise quiet room.

The outside world falls away until it’s only me and Lucian and this incredible chemistry between us. My nerves are alight. My skin damp with sweat as it slides along his. His breaths are loud in my ear as every athletic thrust of his body drives both of us higher up that peak.

Cresting at the top of it, he drives into me one final time. His pelvis grinds against my clit, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me. My body clenches around him, and I cry out my release. I feel him finish inside me, his groan of pleasure making me smile as I sink into the sofa.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, barely able to put voice to the words. “I don’t know if it was because Ireallyneeded that, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Lucian snorts, lifting off me so he can peer into my face. “Please, that was all me, baby.”

Huffing a laugh, I roll my eyes. “Cocky bastard.”

Scoffing, he says, “Give me five minutes and I’ll prove it to you.”

Shaking my head, I lift my hand, brushing my fingers through the dark strands of hair just above his ear. Searching his eyes, I ask, “Feeling better?”

He sighs, some of that weight from earlier sinking back into his expression, deepening the lines and shadowing his features.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“No,” I agree quietly. “They don’t.”

With another heavy sigh, like he’s carrying the weight of theworld on his shoulders, he shifts onto his side, wedging himself between me and the sofa. Grabbing a throw from the back of it, he drapes it over us before pulling me into his arms. I cozy up against him, running the tips of my fingers back and forth across the moth tattoo on his pectoral.

He doesn’t look at me when he finally starts talking, instead staring at a point in the rug. “I was fourteen the first time my cousin assaulted me.”

I force my body to remain relaxed. My fingers to continue their soothing path across his skin.

“He was seventeen, and I looked up to him like he hung the moon. He was always looking out for me, buying me shit my parents wouldn’t. He’d let me hang around with his friends. I was always treated like an inconvenience at home, like I was constantly getting in the way, but he…he treated me like I mattered.”

His voice cracks on the word before he exhales a bitter laugh.

“And then one night, he offered me a beer. I thought it meant something that he saw me as a grown-up. That I was one of ‘the guys’now. That I could fit in with his friends.”

He swallows.

“I wasn’t drunk, just…buzzed enough that I didn’t question it when he put his hands on me.” My stomach twists, acid burning my throat. “He said he was going to teach me what sex felt like so I didn’t make a fool of myself with some girl. Told me I should thank him. That every guy wished they had someone to show them the ropes.”

My throat closes up. My vision blurs. The quiet fury that unfurls in my chest is nuclear. Hot, searing, and protective in a way I’ve never felt before. I want to reach through time and rip that moment away from him. I want to kill the version of hiscousin who touched him and then laughed about it. Who handed him trauma and called it agift.

Glancing up at his face, Lucian is staring at nothing. Like he’s back there, watching it happen all over again.

“I didn’t know how to say no.”

Reaching up, I cup his cheek. He shifts, pulling me impossibly closer.