ADELE’S POV

I didn’t remember walking to his room.

I only remembered the feeling.

The restless heat crawling under my skin. The tight, aching awareness of my own body like it had suddenly woken up and decided it was done being ignored. Every nerve felt raw. Alive. Demanding.

It was like something inside me had snapped.

I shut Lucien’s door behind me without a sound and leaned against it, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling too fast. The gown Emilia had given me clung to me like it knew exactly what it was doing—thin, dark silk brushing my thighs, sliding over my skin with every small movement. I felt...