CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Lucian

The shirt hits the floor, and I stop breathing for a moment.

“Good girl,” I murmur, letting the words slide out of my mouth the way that makes her shiver before I even touch her.

She’s been in my shirt all night, bare legs taunting me from beneath the bed sheets. Now, standing there with nothing but a thin scrap of lace between her thighs, she looks like she was made to be devoured.

I take my time gazing at her—slow, hungry, and unapologetic. “Stay just like that,” I order, my tone leaving no room for argument.

I circle her, deliberately brushing my fingers over the side...