ADELE’S POV

“Lucien…”

His name left my lips in a broken moan as his tongue moved against me, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every taste. His thumb pressed gently on my clit, circling in perfect rhythm, and the pleasure hit me so hard my vision blurred at the edges.

Goddess, the sight of him.

Lucien’s dark head buried between my thighs, broad shoulders flexing as he held me open, mouth working me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Water from the shower still clung to his hair, making it look even messier, sexier. His eyes flicked up to meet mine—dark, hungry, full of...