Lucian
I woke to warmth.
Not just the heat of the morning sun slipping through the curtains, but something deeper. Something soft and electric blooming across my skin. For a second, I thought I was dreaming, lost in the haze of something sensual and tender, the kind of dream a soldier has when he's finally home.
But then I opened my eyes.
Mara.
She was nestled between my thighs, her lips and hands working in unison, slow and focused. Her touch was everything, reverent, possessive, and full of intent. I let my head fall back against the pillow, a breath escaping me.
She looked up at me with those eyes that always knew how to undo me, and I reached down to brush her hair behind her ear. “Mara…”
She didn’t stop, just gave a small smile, as if to say welcome home, and continued.
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