I have never really given thought to what it would feel like kissing Lucan. I was too deep in my grief to let such thoughts in my brain, and he was too cold to entertain such.

I wished I did.

Or maybe it was better I didn't. Because there was no way I could have fathomed this, as it was way different from what I could have expected.

Lucan might have been ice on the outside, but his kisses were anything but. They burned hotter than anything I was prepared for, the flame igniting the more we spent tangled with each other.

His lips on mine were paradise, and they...