Lucian pov...
I raised her legs higher, pushing the boundaries of her flexibility and my own restraint.
One leg was hooked over my shoulder, the other pinned wide against the bed.
Her lips parted, she didn't scream, but released a breathless whisper that stopped the frantic rhythm of my heart.
"I love you so much."
Her hand snaked between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding me where I was buried inside her. Her fingers traced the sensitive base where we were joined, a slow, worshipful caress.
Romancing it, as she said.
What did I just hear?
She said she loved me.
A jolt, electric and terrifying, shot through me. The words I had waited for, fought for, killed for, were finally here. A dam broke somewhere deep inside my chest, flooding me with a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
Finally. She said the word.
I knew she did.
