Lucien was mercifully asleep when we stepped into the penthouse. I paused at his door, peeking in to find him curled beneath his blanket, a faint smile on his lips. Sara, his nanny, was asleep beside him, her head tipped back in the chair. They looked so peaceful, that I didn't dare to disturb them.
Ravić's hand found mine, and before I could take another breath, he drew me into our room and closed the door behind us.
The moment the door clicked shut, my dress slipped from my trembling shoulders, leaving me bare as he pressed me hard against the cold wood. His lips crashing onto mine with a fierce hunger that stole my breath away. Oh, how I love him.
A low moan escaped me, as I wind my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, craving every lingering second of his kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating. Sharp with the lingering metallic hint of our blood, mingling in a heated, primal dance.
