LUCIEN’S POV

I woke up slow, the kind of wake-up where the world creeps back in pieces—warm sheets, faint morning light filtering through the curtains, and her. Adele. Pressed right up against me, her body soft and curved into mine like we’d been made to fit this way. Her sweet lavender scent wrapped around me, filling my nose, pulling me under before I was even fully awake.

Goddess, it was intoxicating. Like home and sin all rolled into one.

I couldn’t help it. My arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer until there was no space left between us. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck,...