Eira's POV
I opened my eyes and looked at him, my breath still uneven, my body trembling.
Roman.
He lay on his side, one elbow pressed into the mattress as it supported his head. His eyes traced every inch of my flushed face. "You look beautiful like this," he whispered before leaning down to kiss me.
His mouth swallowed the sounds leaving my lips. He captured me completely, his tongue already seeking mine with slow, deliberate hunger.
His hand slid from my cheek to my neck, then down along my shoulder, pushing my dress aside. His palm cupped my breast, his touch firm and knowing, never breaking the kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
"She tastes amazing," Lucian said, lifting his head just enough to glance at us.
My one hand moved to grip his shoulder while other moved to Lucian, my fingers entailing the deep brown stands of his hair, pushing my waist towards him to get more of it.
