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Lucan’s hand shifts to my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my chin until I’m forced to meet his steady blue gaze. “Why don’t you settle back against those pillows and let me worship every inch of you?”

My breath hitches. “Yes, please.”

Lucan guides me back against the bed before hovering his massive frame over mine. His mouth finds the sensitive skin of my throat, trailing wet, heated kisses down toward my chest while his beard scritches against me in a way that makes my toes curl. When his teeth graze my nipple, a strangled whimper breaks from my lips, my back arching off the mattress. He captures the budding peak between his calloused fingers, rolling it with a slow, agonizing pressure.

“Lucan!” I gasp, clawing at the sheets.

He lets out a low hum against my skin, his hot breath ghosting over my collarbone. “I love how sensitive you are.”

His lips continue their descent, nuzzling into the dark hair on my stomach. He nudges his nose against the knot of the towel clinging to my hips, then pauses, looking up at me through his lashes with those striking glacier-blue eyes.

“May I?” he murmurs.

I let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

He bites his lip as his fingers find the edge of the towel, tugging it free before discarding it onto the floorboards.

My cock stands half hard. I feel my face flush beneath his attention as his gaze lingers between my legs, his lips slightly parted.

“Goddess,” he says, breathless. “You’re so beautiful.”

His hand wraps around me, his giant palm engulfing my entire length. He squeezes me, his grip firm and commanding. My hips buck helplessly, and fuck. I want to touch him too.

I stare at the very obvious bulge poking beneath his towel.

“This isn’t fair,” I whine, nudging the fabric with my knee.

He chuckles. “You’re right, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

Lucan drops his towel, and my jaw drops along with it.

I knew he’d be big, being a half-giant and all, but never in my wildest fantasies did I ever imagine something like this. His cock is both long and thick, uncut, with a big vein running along the side of it. The base is swallowed by a forest of thick curly hair.

“Holy shit,” I say aloud, unable to bite my tongue.

Lucan’s jaw ticks. “I know I’m…” He hesitates, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Previous lovers have told me I’m far too big.”

When my gaze lifts to his face, I’m surprised to see he almost looks… embarrassed? Shy? Ashamed?

I quickly shake my head. “Fuck, no. You’re perfect.”

Relief washes over his face, his features softening. “So are you,” he whispers.

Lucan reaches for the bedside drawer, retrieving a small glass vial before returning to his position between my legs. He removes the stopper and pours the fluid into his palm, then glides his hand back over me with a slick, tight grip.

“O-oh,” I gasp, my body arching instinctively against the mattress.

“You’re beautiful, Doc,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing the sensitive ridge. “Every part of you. Your mind, your heart… and this gorgeous body.”

“Lucan!” I groan and reach for his long hair, threading my fingers through the damp strands and pulling him into a searing kiss.

The oil dribbles down my cock as he maintains a steady rhythm, driving me closer to the edge. He swallows my desperate cries, his tongue sweeping past my teeth as he grinds his own erection against me.

I lock my hands behind his neck, anchoring him to me. He tastes of cool mint and rich tobacco, a flavor that leaves me hungry for more. I crave the friction, the rugged texture of his skin, and the sheer power of his massive frame on top of me.

His pace quickens, the heavy muscles in his forearm rippling.

“Please,” I whimper against his lips. “Just like that.”