Brianna knew it was over when she felt the first stroke of wet, rough heat across her palm.
She simply closed her eyes and gave up.
After the last stroke of wet, rough heat left her palm, Lucian leaned back into his pillows with a sigh of primal satisfaction.
The predatory tension in his shoulders had been replaced by a relaxed glassy look in his eyes.
"You're all clean now," he murmured.
Brianna remained frozen for a long beat, holding her hand away from her body as if it were a piece of contaminated biohazard she was ready to dispose of.
She was medically unable to explain what had just happened.
The next sound that was heard in the room was the restroom door clicking shut. Brianna leaned against the sink, gripping the porcelain with trembling hands.
She looked into the mirror and felt a surge of unfiltered loathing; not for Lucian, but for herself.
