Lilith pov

I was trembling.

Not from the cold. Not from nerves. Not from fear.

No—

I was trembling because I was in bliss.

Overwhelmed.

Consumed.

Intoxicated.

My eyes were wide, dazed, nearly rolling back, my cheeks flushed a deep, heated pink. My lips stayed parted perfectly around him, around Lucien, his thickness pressing deep, pulsing faintly against the back of my throat as if he needed more, demanded it.

I breathed through my nose, slow and unsteady, my mouth full and a soft, broken moan slipped out of me.

The vibration traveled through him.

“Fuck—”

He grunted.

He felt it.

I knew he did.

But I barely heard him....