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“You're such a handsome man,” she mumbled.

Lucius lowered his gaze to her, his expression intense.

Stella’s smile widened. “Even more handsome than my ex-boyfriend.”

Lucius’s jaw tightened, the warmth in his eyes disappearing at once.

Chapter 2 Is He Your Boyfriend?

The shift was so sudden that Stella blinked, her gaze fixed on his face as his jaw tightened and his fingers curled against the mattress.

A low growl rumbled from his chest.

“I’ve been holding back for more than a year.” His eyes searched hers, his breathing growing heavier. “Are you sure you want to provoke me right now, darling?”

Confusion clouded Stella’s mind. She couldn’t quite understand what he meant. The only thing she knew was that kissing him felt good, and she wanted more.

Her hands immediately slid around his neck again. With a sudden tug, she pulled him toward the bed.

Lucius lost his balance and fell beside her. Before he could react, Stella twisted toward him and shifted until she was straddling his hips. Her hair spilled around her face. She leaned down and captured his mouth once more.

Lucius planted his hands against the mattress, letting her hold him there while she kissed him again and again. Her palms pressed against his wrists, keeping his hands pinned to the bed. Her lips moved over his with a hunger that only seemed to deepen.

She kissed him until she could barely catch her breath.

Then her mouth left his lips and moved to his jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his skin before reaching his neck.

Lucius kept his eyes open.

He wanted to watch her.

He wanted to see every expression that crossed her face while she kissed him with such unrestrained need. His Adam’s apple bobbed when her lips traveled from one side of his neck to the other. Her impatient mouth lingered against his skin before drifting lower toward his chest.

The need between them grew into something more.

Stella’s hands moved restlessly over him, her fingers tugging at his shirt in an attempt to pull it open. She fumbled with the buttons for only a moment before Lucius’s hands closed around her hips.

With one swift movement, he turned her beneath him.

Now positioned above her, he looked down at her for a brief moment before his hands moved to the top she was wearing. He removed it and tossed it aside, his gaze lingering over her exposed skin.

Stella reached for him again, but Lucius lowered his head before she could pull him closer.

His mouth traveled along her neck before brushing across her shoulder, returning to her skin again and again. His tongue traced delicate paths over her, the familiar sweetness of her taste filling his mouth.

The more he touched her, the more his hunger grew. He tried to hold on to the last remnants of his control, forcing himself to move slowly even as his mind became consumed by her taste and the warmth of her body beneath him.

Whatever restraint he had been holding on to finally disappeared. He attacked her lips with the hunger of a man who had been dying to taste her, consuming her kiss and stealing her breath until Stella sucked in a sharp, shaky breath.

Her hands tightened around the back of his neck as his mouth moved down to her neck, kissing and lightly biting her skin as though he intended to take everything he wanted. Every touch of his lips, every delicate brush of his tongue, sent another tremor through her body.

His touch was soft and gentle, yet it made her tremble so intensely that her legs began to shake.

Lucius moved her legs to the side, positioning his hips between them as his mouth descended toward the top of her breast.

The sensations overwhelmed her completely.

Stella could no longer think. She could no longer make sense of anything beyond the feeling consuming her. There was nothing left in her mind except the warmth of his body, the touch of his lips, and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.