I want to ask him to explain himself, but I don’t. I want peace. I want quiet. I want Lucian.
If I insist and he tells me, a part of me knows that whatever he’s hiding, when revealed, is going to break this fragile connection between us.
12
A BEGINNING
LUCIAN
Ikiss her again.
I can see the doubts, the confusion, and I don’t want her to feel any of that.
I want her to feelme.
My cock twitches in my pants, already hard as steel from the way she responded to our first kiss, the way her chest heaves, those fucking tits begging to be touched, sucked, worshipped.
“You don’t have to run,” I growl, and feel a shiver go through her.
She wants to be safe. I’ll keep her safe.
She wants a fucking pony. I’ll get her one.
“Lucian?”
“Yes.” I nibble around her lips, tasting, inhaling, devouring.
It’s never been like this before—intoxicating.
She pulls away and looks at me with eyes wide with arousal.
How will she look when I make her come? The thought makes me leak precum.
“I’ve never….” She shakes her head.
She’s a virgin. A part of me has always known. She’s untouched. Untutored.
She’ll only know me.
“I’ll take care of you.” I push the blanket on the floor and lay her on the couch.
“Are you wet?”
She nods. She looks both afraid and excited.
Me too, baby. Me too.
I drop my gaze from her eyes to her lips, then lower to the curve of her hips, to the apex of her thighs, where her innocence is wrapped in soaked black panties—which I got for her, as I did everything else after I took a tour of her apartment, learning who she is.
I always knew she’d end up here with me. I wanted it. I manifested it.
“Lucian,” she whispers my name again.
I look at her. There is something about her face, her eyes,her…that calms me.
I drag rough, calloused fingers against her soft cheek, and she leans into my touch.
Yes, baby, like that.
