—•LUCIA•—

The Rogue King pulled back, breaking the kiss with a ragged, wet sound.

His chest rose and fell heavily as he locked eyes with me, that crimson gaze blazing with a hunger that made my stomach tighten.

“You smell heavenly,” he rasped. “Like jasmine and strawberries.” His fingers tightened against me as his jaw clenched. “I want you. I want you so fucking much.”

His words sent a violent shiver through me, stealing the air from my lungs and scattering my thoughts.

My thighs stayed clamped tightly together, but it did nothing to ease the deep, throbbing pull building within my pussy.

It only made me feel how empty...