His lips leave mine to trace a path along my jaw, down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers through my body. I arch into him, my fingers threading through his hair as his hands slide beneath my shirt, his touch warm and reverent, almost as if he’s worshipping every inch of me.
“Talia…” he breathes against my skin, his voice thick with desire. “I will worship you every day, every night,” he murmurs, his words carrying a raw intensity. “Every time I touch you, every time I kiss you, I want you to feel my reverence for you.”
I shiver at his words, my pulse quickening as his hands move lower, fingers tracing over my hips with a possessive tenderness.
Every touch feels like a promise, a silent vow binding us in ways I never thought possible. I feel myself melting into him, allowing myself to surrender to the devotion he offers, letting go of every doubt, every fear.
His hands continue their exploration, his fingers skimming over my skin, igniting sparks of heat wherever they touch. I let out a soft sigh, my body responding to him, to the connection that feels ancient and primal. His mouth returns to mine, his kiss growing fiercer, his need mirroring my own as his weight presses against me, grounding me, surrounding me.
But just as his hands slide lower, pulling me closer…a sudden wave of nausea rises up in me, sharp and overwhelming. I barely have a moment to react before my stomach twists violently, and—oh, no—without warning, I’m doubling over, heaving uncontrollably.
“Oh god…” I manage to gasp between waves, mortification crashing over me. “Lucian, I’m… I’m so sorry.” My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I look at the mess I’ve just made, my heart sinking as I brace myself for his reaction.
But Lucian just chuckles softly, his hands immediately going to my shoulders, steadying me. “Talia, it’s alright,” he says gently, his tone filled with concern. “Don’t worry about it.” He reaches for a cloth, wiping my face with a tenderness that makes my chest ache, his gaze soft as he studies me.