Chapter 51 Unholy Devotion

• Dawn crept in quietly, touching the room in gold—but Amara didn’t stir.
• She lay half-covered by rumpled sheets, her hair a dark wave across the pillow, her mouth parted slightly, still swollen from the night before. Lucien sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, hands braced on his knees as if anchoring himself to the floor. His eyes never left her.
• He’d worshipped her until her voice was wrecked and her body wrung out, but it hadn’t been enough.