Chapter 96

• Aurora POV
• Lucas shifts, shedding the rest of his clothes with a quiet efficiency, his movements deliberate but not rushed. The Alaskan King bed feels endless beneath us, but all I can focus on is him, the way his muscles flex as he moves, the warmth of his skin as he settles between my thighs. He pauses, his hands framing my hips, and I feel the weight of his gaze, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “I’ve got you,” he says, and there’s a promise in his words that makes my heart stutter.
• He enters me slowly, giving my body time to adjust, and I gasp at the stretch, the fullness. My hands find his shoulders, nails digging in as he begins to move, each thrust measured but deep, building a rhythm that pulls me under. The bond flares, a sharp reminder of Killian’s presence, but it’s faint now, overshadowed by the intensity of Lucas’s touch. I wrap my legs around him, urging him closer, deeper, wanting to lose myself in this moment. Every movement sends sparks through me, and I can’t help the sounds spilling from my lips—soft moans, gasps, his name whispered like a plea.