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Words weren't needed between us. Not anymore.
The hunger in my kisses spoke louder than anything I could ever say.
This was what I had always wanted—Lucien's hands on my body, his lips devouring mine, his touch branding me as his.
Every kiss, every brush of his fingertips, it was everything I had craved for so long.
For years, I had imagined this moment.
And now, it was real. I finally got what I'd always wanted—Lucien, claiming me.
But no matter how much I told myself that, something still felt off.
I clung to Lucien as if he were my lifeline as if every touch was my last breath.
Our mouths moved together, frantic and desperate, like we were starving for one another.
I could feel the fire burning between us, the electric pull that seemed to grow stronger the longer our lips collided.
His lips were rough, desperate, and I lost myself in them for a moment.
The fire between us burned hotter and hotter, pulling me under.
His lips were rough, but I didn't care—I wanted it, wanted him.
I had waited so long to feel his hands roaming my skin like this, to have him pressed against me, claiming me.
And God, did he look beautiful while he did it.
His body hovered over mine, his muscles tense and rippling under his shirt.
His jaw was set, eyes dark with a need I'd never seen before, making my heart race.
The way his mouth moved against my skin, leaving a trail of heat along my neck, was intoxicating.
The way his hands explored every inch of me, strong and possessive, made my knees weak.
He was everything I had ever wanted.
I could feel him against me, hard and ready, the tension between us thick like smoke.
His eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted as his breath came out in shallow bursts.
And his face—God, his face.
He looked wild, primal, like he was on the verge of losing control.
The way his brow furrowed with intensity, the way his lips curved slightly, betraying how much he wanted me—it was beautiful.
He was beautiful. Every part of him.
But something was wrong. The way he touched me, the way his hands roamed my body—it felt different.
Mechanical. Hollow.
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