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His fingertips trace gently along my bare cheek as he shakes his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.

My face heats.

I reach up and remove his mask, revealing that beautiful face of his. The low light of the bedroom carves shadows across his sharp features, the warm orange glow of moonlight catching in his eyes. My fingers brush through the coarse hair of his beard, and his lashes flutter at the touch. A low hum rumbles deep in his chest.

“Micah,” he says, looking down at me. “I want to make love to you.”

My breath catches.

Nobody’s ever said that to me before.

Sure, I’ve had sex. I slept with a handful of men during veterinary school, and a few more after opening the clinic. Though there have been fewer since then—the busy life of being a veterinarian always seems to get in the way.

But none of the men I’ve slept with have ever treated me the way Lucan does. None of them have ever looked at me like… this.

“Yes,” I plead, my voice catching with emotion. “Make love to me, Lucan.”

Desire flickers in his eyes.

He cages my head between his arms before finally pressing his mouth to mine. The moment our lips meet, every lingering worry melts away. His kiss is commanding yet impossibly gentle, the contrast sending a shiver through me and making my toes curl.

I yield beneath him, savoring the heavy weight of his body against mine. He’s solid and warm, his body blanketing me in his masculine scent—an earthy blend of smoke, sandalwood, and pine.

He pulls back slightly to meet my gaze. “Can I taste you?”

I bite my lip and nod eagerly.

His fingers work their way down the buttons of my blouse, unfastening them one by one. When he finally parts the fabric and slips it from my skin, his palms glide over my bare chest. His thumb brushes across my nipple, drawing a choked gasp from my throat.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging on his lips.

His head dips to capture my nipple between his teeth. He sucks on it, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue while his giant hand massages my pec.

“Oh, goddess!” I moan, arching off the bed.

His mouth trails down my stomach, leaving a path of hot kisses that makes my muscles ripple beneath his touch. He nuzzles his nose into the patch of dark hair below my navel, inhaling softly before rubbing his cheek against my growing bulge.

He kisses my hip bone before slowly tugging off my pants, sending them tumbling to the floor alongside my boots. His gaze slowly sweeps across my body, so full of heat it makes my cock twitch.

“Damn,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb across the slick head of my dick. “So wet for me.”

I suck in a breath.

He leans down and gently licks my crown. His massive palm cradles my balls, teasing me with a slow roll of his fingers. When his mouth finally seals around the tip of my cock, his lashes flutter like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Lucan,” I say breathlessly.

It’s the only word my brain remembers.

He hums around my length as he sinks lower. The tight heat of his throat surrounds me, his tongue running along the bulging vein. His head bobs up and down in a steady rhythm.

My hands latch onto his hair, fingers threading through the long strands. Some have come loose from the leather tie, the honey-brown pieces falling around his face.

I pull hard without thinking.

But before I can apologize, he moans, the sound vibrating around me.

So, of course, I do it again.