To no avail

“Your scent,” he growled kissing up her neck, as Freya squirmed from his every touch, her hands curling into fists as she willed herself not to touch him, not to give in to the hungry need in her.

But Lucian just kept devouring her neck, his hands unknowingly brushing her up her nape making her gasp out and arch her back, it felt so good, better than good whenever she felt his hot hands over her feverish skin.

He noticed her want, could see the need bouncing off her skin, and he preened and fed on it, he was impatient, and so was she,

In an instant, he had taken her on top of him making her straddle him as he continued his ministrations

“ so sweet” he grunted into her skin, Freya’s hand instinctively buried her fingers into his luscious black locks, preening into his hot touch, his fingers digging into her waist, pulling her closer

He had tumbled them both into the white silk sheets his shirt coming off as he hovered on top of her, his grey eyes peeing deep into her green ones, for