Eira's POV
"Very well, sweetheart," Lucian offered a content smirk, the kind that warned me I was about to face a storm, one that had been buried inside him for far too long.
"But…" I said.
He raised a brow. "Having a second thought now?"
I shook my head lightly, though hesitation lingered in my voice. "It's day… morning… not night yet…"
"That should be the least of your concern when you are with me," his fingertips brushed gently along my jawline. "Because I am blind to day or night or the time when it comes to you. All I know is that I want to fuck you until you can no longer take me."
My mouth opened and closed again. I had no words to refute his dangerous promise.
He leaned in, his lips brushing mine. "Just focus on me. And throw away every thought that doesn't involve me fucking you," he whispered before capturing my mouth again in a kiss, still careful not to place his weight on me.
